Spring Break at the Cabin Ch. 05

"He really is a gentleman," Andrea said. "I'd suck his cock for free and still pay for the massage, to be honest."

Marci laughed, then added, "There's something about sucking a cleanly shaved pair of balls. It's like a savory lollipop."

"Sometimes, Marci, you're a little weird," Danielle said.

Marci punched her shoulder. "Babe, you just ate ass before snowballing cum with two other girls. We're all a little bit weird."

As the girls departed, Marci gave Andre a peck on the cheek and promised to see him again next year. Danielle wondered if she'd be on that trip as well. As they stepped back out onto the sidewalk, Danielle was struck by the dichotomy of the moment. It was a beautiful, clear day, comfortably warm, in a quiet, bucolic little town that seemed to be the epitome of peaceful. And yet here she was walking around with the taste of cum on her palate.

She asked herself, rhetorically at first, how many times she'd been cum on - or in - since she arrived at the cabin. But then she became legitimately curious and started tallying. There'd been Brandon and Jeremy the first night on the couch. Then Marci in the shower, followed by Kevin the following morning, Brandon in her bed that afternoon and Jeremy in the jacuzzi that evening. Yesterday the vibe had been interrupted by that shrew of a neighbor, but during the game that night Brandon and Jeremy had taken her again. And of course, Kevin had his own private session with her last night. Finally, Andre a few moments ago.

Ten.

Ten, in three-and-a-half days, and they were only halfway through their trip. And that didn't even count the lesbian quickie with both Andrea and Marci before dinner the first night. To top it all off, she was traipsing down Main Street in nothing but a flowing yellow sundress. She felt both dirty and liberated all at once.

Marci proposed grabbing some lunch while they were in town. "I've had enough of Jeremy's cooking," she joked. Andrea and Danielle agreed. They were having too much fun to end their girls' trip now.

As they made their way towards a café on the corner, Danielle noticed a sportswear store with a couple bikini-clad mannequins in the window.

"Hey, can we stop in here a minute?" she asked.

Marci and Andrea seemed indifferent, but asked why.

"I mean, I'm over the practical joke you pulled with my suitcase," Danielle said, "but I've gone through all of the skimpy underwear you left me with. If we go back to the lake, I need to have something a bit more standard...don't want that neighbor to call the cops on me for wearing a see-through bra-and-panty set in public."

The girls smiled and agreed. "OK, that's fair," Marci said. "So long as you keep lounging around nude indoors. You're too beautiful to cover up."

Like the parlor, the store was empty when the three girls entered, except for a middle-aged man behind the counter. Danielle couldn't help but notice that despite the flecks of grey in his neatly trimmed beard, there were toned pecs and biceps straining against his tight polo shirt.

Marci piped up as usual. "Can you point us to your sluttiest swimwear, please?"

"Marci!" Danielle scolded. "Gawd!"

The man simply chuckled and pointed towards the back. "All swimwear, regardless of sluttiness, is back there. There's a changing room right next to it if you want to try anything on."

Danielle picked a matronly option off the rack, a one-piece that included extensions for the legs and covered her up to the neck. "Just for making that comment I think I'll go with this one," she said teasingly.

"Oh sure," Marci retorted. "And after, we can plan cribbage on the lawn."

They both laughed. Danielle found it comforting that as they delved deeper into their sexuality, they seemed to be developing a genuine bond. She hadn't expected that from this trip.

"How about this one," Marci said holding up a green, barely-there bikini.

"Where's the rest of it?" Danielle asked.

"Or this one?" Andrea offered, displaying a red one-piece with a large swath cut out around the midsection.

"How about that one on the mannequin?" Danielle pointed to a black bikini with an intricate crisscross pattern of laces connecting them over the abdomen. "Sexy but still sophisticated...like me!" she chirped.

"I guess you're just going to have to try them all on for us," Marci suggested. "Wouldn't want to purchase something if the fit isn't right. It could come off in the lake and that old shrew will still call the cops on you."

Danielle rolled her eyes but played along. She took the three options into the changing room, choosing to try Andrea's choice first. The red swimsuit covered all of her booty, which made her feel comfortable in it, but the cutout revealed some underboob on her left breast. The part that eclipsed her shoulder swung down over her right breast, only revealing the top half of it. She liked it, but didn't love it, and felt that the underboob looked ridiculous. Still, playing along, she stepped out for her friends to add their comments.

"Fuck me!" Marci said.

"God damn, Danielle! You look hot as fuck in that!"

"Really?" Danielle responded, genuinely surprise. "I thought it looked kind of silly."

"Well, I'm sure you'll look hot as fuck in anything. But don't count that one out yet," implored Andrea.

Next, Danielle tried on the one she had picked out. It took some doing to get all the straps in the right place on her abdomen, but extra effort aside, she really liked the way it looked. Feeling more confident, she revealed herself to her friends.

"I like this one," she said, raising her right foot to her tippytoes and swaying her hips for them. "It feels like me."

"It does look good," Andrea agreed, though Danielle was disappointed her response wasn't as enthusiastic as the first time.

"I agree. It suits you. But would you still try on the one I selected, please? I want to see that perfect butt framed by that skimpy thong," Marci said.

"Anything for you, babe," Danielle said. Marci blew her a kiss in appreciation.

Danielle felt silly applying the skimpy bra and thong. The bottom left nothing to the imagination. It was literally a thin string across her waist with a similarly thin string disappearing into her ass crack. A microscopic triangle provided just enough coverage to hide her pussy, with two thin strings connecting that patch to the string around her waist.

The top wasn't any better. A similar construction to the thong, it was merely thin strips connecting two triangular patches that covered her nipples. But her breasts spilled out in all directions. She almost removed it to put on her dress, but decided to let Marci have her look.

Stepping out of the room, she was greeted by two gaping mouths. Marci and Andrea couldn't even muster the words to describe how hot she looked.

"No." Danielle asserted, sensing they wanted her to get this one.

"Yes!" Marci answered.

"This is the exact opposite of what I had in mind when I came in here! I might as well be naked."

"Hold on," Marci said. Then, in an elevated tone, "Sir! Could you please help us make up our minds?"

"Marci!" Danielle yawped as she moved to cover herself with her hands. It said everything she needed to know about the bikini that her hands provided more coverage. The man was making his way back to them, and the only thing that kept her in place - aside from being frozen with fear - was the idea of turning away from him and showing off her bare ass.

His eyebrows rose as Danielle came into his field of view. "Well," he said, "you definitely found our sluttiest swimwear."

"Oh my god!" Danielle screeched in embarrassment as Andrea and Marci burst out laughing. Marci approached Danielle with a naughty look and Danielle instantly gave in.

"Come on, babe," she said, grabbing Danielle's right arm away from her breasts. She raised her hand above her head. "Give us a spin," she whispered. Danielle succumbed as if she were brainwashed. She timidly turned all the way around, feeling the heat of their vision on her ass before she turned to face them again.

"I can't deny that you look stunning in that, little lady," the man said. "But it's all about what you like and what you feel comfortable in. Did you try on anything else?"

"Yes," Danielle said, feeling ridiculous speaking to this fully clad man while she was wearing the fabric equivalent to a pair of shoelaces. "I liked the others more."

"So get what you like. I think your friends are just razzing you." Danielle appreciated his rational approach to the situation. He could have taken this as an invite to touch her or say something reproachable.

"No," Marci defended. "Well, yeah. I was razzing her, but she looks incredible in this."

"I think you'd look incredible in just about anything, dear," he said. Danielle felt his gaze on her, and couldn't deny feeling turned on by this handsome, reassuring gentleman flattering her.

"Well, if you aren't buying it, I'm getting it for you," Marci said. "My treat. You can't not have this on around the house. The guys will faint when they see you in it."

Danielle shook her head in mock disbelief. "If you insist. How much are all of these, anyway?" she asked.

Andrea checked the tag on the one she had suggested, while Marci looked at the number Danielle had picked out.

"Shit, Danielle. You have expensive taste! This one's $200!" exclaimed Marci.

"The one I like is only $150," added Andrea.

"Oh shit," Danielle startled. "Sorry, I just assumed they'd be around $50."

"It's all hand-sewn, guaranteed for life, small-production product, ladies. It's not made in a factory or a sweatshop somewhere. This is artisan craftsmanship. Even the one you're wearing is $100. And that's only because there's so little fabric. Skilled labor cost money."

"OK, well, I'm going to change back into my dress while I make up my mind," Danielle said, disappearing into the changing room.

From within the room, she heard Marci and the man talking.

"Is there...anything...we can do to get the cost down at all? Maybe a package deal for buying two or three? Or, maybe...something else?"

'Does she never stop?' Danielle asked herself, knowing the answer.

The man didn't immediately rebut her, so Marci pressed on.

"Danielle is...quite skilled...if you catch my drift. She can do things with her mouth that are worth more than these bikinis."

"MARCI!" Danielle shouted from within the changing room.

"Is she?" she heard the man reply, followed by a grunt.

With her dress in place, Danielle emerged from the changing room to see Marci pressed up against the man, rubbing his cock through his trousers.

"How about instead of $450 for all three, we call it $200 and a BJ," she whispered into his ear.

Danielle couldn't believe she was being offered like this. Rather, she could absolutely believe it. It was the way Marci had behaved all trip. But she couldn't believe that this man was considering it. Was this sort of bartering always available to her? Is this how Marci always had such nice clothes?

The man seemed to be wrestling with internal demons, knowing what the obvious answer was but succumbing to lust.

"Fuck it," he said. "Deal."

"Wait, seriously?" Danielle said. She wasn't mad, just stunned.

"Come on babe, it'll be fun," Marci said as she pushed Danielle and the store owner into the changing room like it was seven minutes in heaven.

They stood facing each other in the cramped room. Danielle was nervous to make the first move. She no longer despised giving blow jobs, and she certainly had enough technique to impress this man, but it felt wrong to barter sexual favors for discounts.

"Only if you're comfortable, sweetheart," the man said once they were alone. "I'm definitely not leading the charge here."

It was because he was so respectful that Danielle found herself willing. "Fuck it," Danielle said. "I'm on vacation."

She fell to her knees and grappled with his belt. Once loose, she unzipped him and pulled his khakis down to his knees. His boxers flowed with them. Now face-to-face with his cock, Danielle was relieved to see he wasn't as big as the ones she'd already experienced this week. Even if she got him all in her mouth, he wouldn't be able to enter her throat.

She attacked him voraciously, moving quickly past the head and taking half his length flat on her tongue.

"Fuck, baby, that's so good," he said, his hand taking its obligatory place on the back of her head. "Take it deeper."

Danielle bobbed back and forth, quickly coating his entire length with her spit. She then removed herself to lick up his length, holding his erection up as she traced the tip of her tongue from his balls to the crest of his head.

"Jesus, you're talented," he said. He already appeared on the brink of orgasm.

Just then, Marci stepped in the room to join them. Danielle returned the cock to her mouth and started sucking as Marci grabbed her hair and managed her rhythm. She forced Danielle's head harder and faster up and down his cock.

With her other arm, she reached around the man's back to hold him close. She then gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "make it $100."

"What!" He wanted to sound furious, but his tone was labored and laced with euphoria. "That wasn't the deal."

Marci shrugged. "OK then, no deal." She pulled Danielle's head off his cock.

"No, don't stop! $100. Fine, whatever. Just keep sucking."

With no control over her movements, Danielle felt Marci working her head again. She quickly swapped between having all or half of his cock in her mouth, as Marci pounded her forehead against the mans abs. She couldn't help but wonder about who this man was. How old was he, exactly? Not old enough to be her father, but maybe the generation between? Was he married? She hadn't checked for a ring, because there was no reason for it to matter until a couple minutes ago. Did he have kids of his own? How old were they? Was he as strict with them as her father was with her?

Hell, she would have settled for knowing his name. How could it be that she was sucking off a guy whose name she didn't even know? How far she'd come in just three days.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar grunting of a man on the edge. Marci pushed her head all the way down as she pushed the man's ass forward.

"Swallow it down, baby. Wouldn't want to get anything on that dress of yours. It's the only thing you have to wear in public!"

At the promise of his cum being swallowed, the guy began emptying his balls into her mouth. His taste was less appealing than Andre's, and Danielle blushed at being able to compare two men's cum so close apart, especially having just met them both. Still, she dutifully swallowed everything she could. Perhaps he was past the age of peak virility, or perhaps it was something else (she wasn't an expert), but he didn't seem to have as much cum as the younger guys. He filled her about halfway before his cock started deflating. It was relatively easy for Danielle to gulp it down without spilling any.

Danielle looked up at him and found Marci snapping more pictures with her camera. Above the phone, the guy had a look of pure elation on his sweat-stained face.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he praised.

"Thanks for the deal, doll," Marci said as she helped Danielle to her feet.

Marci opened her wallet and sifted through her cash. Withdrawing a $100 bill, she tucked it into his shirt pocket and gave him another kiss on the cheek. "Now that I know where to come for a discount, I'll probably be back."

Outside the changing room, Marci stuffed the three swimsuits into her purse and they all sprinted for the door, leaving the store owner to clean himself up.

Hitting the open air again, Danielle was flushed red. Not only had she given a stranger a blow job - borderline in public - but she'd done so in exchange for a discount on clothes. She felt like a whore, but she didn't necessarily feel guilty or bad. Just different.

"Jokes on him," Marci said. "I would have paid full price just to see you give him a BJ," she laughed.

Danielle chuckled in disbelieve, but couldn't hide the smile that had appeared on her lips. As bizarre as this all was, she felt like she belonged. It felt good.

Mentally, she updated her list.

Eleven.