Far below, the white sand beach stretched in either direction – a
smooth crescent where waves met sand. The man had been down there
most of the day. Now he felt mildly sunburned, thirsty, and vaguely
horny. Every half-hour or so he had moved his towel, trudging up and
down the beach in search of the most luscious female flesh.
He had seen plenty of ass that day – the small thongs disappearing between
upturned cheeks that seemed to have risen like full loaves of bread
browning in the sun, looking ripe and fecund to his hungry eyes. An
ass man’s nirvana, he thought. The sun had just set behind him.
Leaning over the balcony, he enjoyed
the cool sea breeze on his skin. Shadows cast by the string of hotels
lining the beach like dominoes lengthened over the water, like fingers
stretching for the horizon. Nearing forty, he realized he was at the age where he was becoming
invisible to young, beautiful women. He could walk past them, or sit
quite close to them on the beach watching discreetly, and they never
paid any attention to him. It wasn’t that he was bad looking, he
thought, just ineligible: too old.
It hurt to characterize himself that way but he forced himself to repeat the word in his mind several
times. Ineligible…invisible. How peculiar to have all one’s
energies merely peter out, he thought – his virility not going out
with one last bang, but more like a car which runs low on gas,
sputtering a few times as the last fumes are sucked away, then
coasting to a stop silently somewhere, unnoticed. Dusk came quickly. He pulled his shirt off, then, looking each way as
if the assure himself of the privacy of his little enclosed balcony
high above the beach, he slipped out of his swim trunks. The cool air
rushing between his legs made his balls tingle; he felt his cock stir
and nudge against the cool metal railing as it uncoiled itself from
the cramped way he had tucked it in his trunks. Somewhere below, Monica lay stretched out naked on her bed, face down.
She thought about getting up to pull the drapes, or at least close the
light, but the effort seemed too great after a day in the sun.
Besides, the hotel faced the ocean; nobody could see in. In the
bathroom, the shower cut off and she heard Beth fumbling for a towel. “Hey!” Beth exclaimed, sticking her head into the room. “Turn the
light off already! Do you want everybody to see you lying there?” “Chill out!” Monica answered, not looking in her friend’s direction.
“There’s like nothing but ocean out there. My god, what a prude you
are!” A moment later Beth emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
Monica was just rolling over to look at her when the lights went out. “Well, I want privacy,” Beth said, her hand moving from the switch.
“I’m going out to the balcony.” Silhouetted against the moonlight, Monica saw Beth drop the towel by
the sliding glass door and settle into one of the chairs outside. The
air in the room felt hot and muggy. Her skin tingled from a day
exposed to sun and water; the thought of sitting outside in the dark
with nothing on suddenly seemed very appealing. The sunglasses twisted and turned slowly as they fell: he hadn’t
realized they were still perched on his forehead until they had
slipped off. Leaning over the rail, he followed their descent past
floor after floor, almost losing them in the twilight until,
improbably, they hit the top of a palm tree far below and ricocheted
onto one of the balconies directly below him. Faintly, he thought he
heard a woman’s squeal of surprise. A few minutes later, on an impulse, he was dialing the phone. Having
estimated the palm tree at three stories in height, he guessed at the
room number where his glasses ended up. The faint sound of a woman’s
voice had been intriguing… After several rings a woman did answer, young by the sound of her
voice and manner of speaking. He explained what had happened and was
delighted to discover he had the right room.
Sensing an opportunity,
he offered to come down and reclaim the glasses himself. There was a pause: “We’re, uh, just getting dressed,” she said.
“Maybe we ought to bring them up to you on our way out.” He was disappointed; imagining ‘we’ probably included a boyfriend. It
was a few minutes before he realized he was still standing there with
no clothes on; they had to be on their way up with the glasses pretty
soon. Beth and Monica were both giggly and excited. It seemed ridiculous
for two of them to go deliver the glasses but neither one wanted the
privilege to go to the other. They were bored, with a lot of energy
to burn after spending most of the day sleeping under the hot sun. As
they dressed quickly, Beth laughed when she saw Monica putting on
lipstick but then, excusing herself for a moment in the bathroom, she
put some on herself. In the elevator, each noticed the other checking
her appearance in the polished chrome; when the doors opened on the
thirty-seventh floor, they were laughing. He was startled to find two attractive young women at his door,
college-age girls by the look of them; just the type he’d spent the
day lusting after, lying on his beach towel with a mild erection
burrowing into the hot sand, wishing he could find a way for it to
burrow into that firm, sun-warmed flesh. The redhead introduced
herself as Monica and indicated her friend’s name was Beth. Monica
had just the kind of body he fancied: breasts of modest size, but with
a thick pair of thighs and shapely, round ass. Beth, the blonde, was
wearing shorts. Her legs were thinner, more tapered, but her black
halter-top was almost bursting to contain heavy, voluptuous breasts.
Flustered to find himself face to face with the two of them, he almost
forgot to invite them in. To his pleasant surprise, they accepted his offer of a drink as an
apology for almost hitting them with his sunglasses. While he fixed
the drinks, the girls walked out onto the balcony and took in the view
of the moon rising over the water. When he joined them, Beth remarked: “This view is so cool! We don’t
get anything like this down on our floor. All we see is the
sidewalk.” “I always request at least this floor,” he lied. He had never been to
the hotel before in his life. His wife thought he was at a
conference: he had slipped away for a few days without telling her.
It was an odd impulse; something he had never done before. He wasn’t
sure exactly what he expected from this trip. “This must cost a ton,” Monica said. “My Dad told me the rates in
this place go up every couple of floors.” He didn’t respond. Both girls had turned their backs to him and were
leaning over the railing of the little balcony. He was too
preoccupied with looking at their young, firm asses, wondering what
his chances were. He felt cheated. If there had only been only one of them he would
have known what to do, but how to put the moves on two at once?
Things like that were only possible in porno films, he thought
ruefully. Maybe one of them would politely excuse herself… Beth had come to sit beside him on one of the sun chairs. “You remind
me of my dad,” she said softly, abruptly, after they had been making
small talk for a few minutes about the beach, the weather, their lives
back home. His heart sank. This wasn’t a very promising start to a seduction. “I mean that in a good way,” she said touching his arm, having noticed
his reaction. “My dad is all right, you know, for an older guy. He’s
still young at heart.” Her voice had a motherly, soothing quality that made him slightly
embarrassed. Still resting on him, her fingers felt cool against the
sun-drenched skin of his forearm. He didn’t want to look at her, as
if that would scare her off somehow. Instead, he glanced up at Monica
who was leaning on the railing, looking bored. Bent over the way she
was, she seemed to be offering up her ass to him. Suddenly, he longed
for the touch of soft, smooth, female skin against his body. The
desire swept over him with a force that was almost overwhelming. He
tried to focus all his awareness on his arm where Beth’s hand was
touching him. He shivered. Beth gave him a little squeeze. “She’s pretty,” she said, nodding at
Monica. Now he turned to look at her. “It does that to me sometimes too, to look at her,” Beth said, looking
right into his eyes. “I mean, I’m not gay or anything like that, but
sometimes I think I can see what a man sees when I look at her, you
know, see what he likes about her.”
Her hand slid up his arm and came to rest on the soft skin just above
the inside of his elbow. Surely, Monica can hear everything she’s
saying, he thought, but she seemed not to have noticed the topic of
conversation. With an elbow up on the rail, her chin was resting in
the palm of one hand and she was looking out at the reflection of the
moon on the ocean. “She always got most of the guys, in school,” Beth said, “without even
trying. I was the smart one, but it didn’t help. It probably hurt,
as far as that goes. I always had to work a lot harder at finding
dates than she did.” “We were roommates. She would bring them home – a different one
practically every week – and they would, you know, fuck, right there
in the dorm room. I’d pretend to be asleep, you know, but I don’t
think they cared one way or he other. They probably even liked the
idea that I was awake. Of course, sometimes she had more guys than
she knew what to do with, and I would get the spillover. We would all
four of us, you know, be doing it at the same time. Whoever finished
first would watch the others until they were done. That was usually
enough of a turn-on to start another round, and the whole thing would
begin again. Sometimes we would be up all night.” “So, we’re, you know, used to seeing each other in certain
situations.” Her voice made his skin break out in goosebumps. Beth slid out of her chair and positioned herself in front of him.
Reaching up, her hands slid down from his chest until she found the
drawstring to his shorts and gave it a little tug. He raised his hips
from the chair so she could slide his shorts off. Her fingers were
cool and smooth, sliding up the insides of his thighs, gently cradling
his balls. He was so stiff; it felt as if he was being lifted out of
the chair by his erection. When Beth’s fingers nimbly walked up the
shaft, he felt as if the only life in his body, the only place where
he had any feeling at all, was in his cock. When she lowered her
moist, full lips onto him, he looked up to find Monica watching. He
squeezed his eyes shut as Beth slid lower, and still lower, until he
could feel her forehead come to rest on his belly. After remaining motionless with her lips clamped tightly around the
base of his shaft, Beth began to raise her head with such deliberation
that it seemed to him it took almost a minute before he felt the night
air on the tip of his cock again. Then she began the slow descent all
over again, so that he felt as if every nerve ending in his swollen
organ was being pleasured individually, in turn. After Beth had gone
up and down that way enough times for him to have lost count he found
it impossible to remain still any longer. Gently at first, and harder
when he found no resistance from Beth, he began to move his pelvis,
fucking her mouth, gradually losing himself to the exquisite
sensation. She brought her hands up to grip his waist, steadying
herself against the force of his thrusts. Feeling something soft brush against his chest, he opened his eyes to
find Monica running her hands over him. She lifted the shirt over off
of him while standing behind, and when she had tossed it aside, her
fingers snaked their way to his chest and found his nipples. With a gasp, Beth released her wet grip on his cock. Looking down at
her, he watched as she undid her top and freed her heavy breasts,
looking so creamy white in contrast to her tanned body. He almost
expected them to feel cool, but they were warm when she leaned forward
and enveloped his cock between them.
While he fucked her tits, Monica
backed away and began taking off her clothes. He was in an ecstatic daze as two pair of female hands lifted him from
the chair and guided him to the railing. The girls were completely
naked and leaning with their elbows on the rail. He found himself
standing behind them, looking at their asses, glowing like new moons
before him. He let his hands glide over the small of Monica’s back
and down over her ripe, firm ass. She trembled ever so slightly when
he caressed her inner thighs and then moved higher still to feel the
soft mound of flesh between them. The lips to her pussy were warm and
already slippery to the touch. Once he felt her that way, he could wait no longer. Positioning
himself behind Monica, he pushed his knees between her thighs and made
her spread her legs wider for him. Beth stepped away from the rail and
watched as he guided himself into Monica. With three quick knifing
thrusts, he was all the way inside. The firm cheeks of her ass were
pressing against his stomach. Savoring the moment, he stayed
absolutely still for as long as he could bear, listening to sharp
sound of Monica’s breath, watching her shoulders rise and fall,
silhouetted against the moonlit ocean. He began thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first, drawing himself
completely out of her body, feeling her lips close up as the tip of
his cock came out of her. Monica arched her back, giving him a better
angle of entry and squeezing him more tightly. The sight of her full
round ass flaring out from her narrow waist inspired an animal lust in
him; he gave up his slow, methodical, probing thrusts. Pushing
himself all the way inside her, he started banging his belly against
her ass, watching with intense pleasure as the shock waves of each
impact sent ripples across her taut muscles. Beth’s hand slid over
his ass, between his legs until she found his balls. The feeling of
her fingers gently caressing him there drove him into even more of a
frenzy. Monica was giving stifled little cries each time he slammed
hard against her. The sound of his body striking hers was like a wet
spanking. When he felt as if he might come, he slowed down and withdrew.
Guiding her by the shoulders, he turned Beth around and had her lean
over the rail beside Monica. He entered her with one fluid thrust all
the way to the hilt. He marveled at how different one pussy could
feel from another. Of course, he had been with various women in his
life, but never had the opportunity presented itself to be inside two
different women in such close succession. Monica had felt tight at
the opening, like a fleshy ring that went snugly around the base of
his cock – and when he had pulled out of her he felt suction, like the
lips of a hungry baby clinging to the pacifier being pulled from its
mouth. By contrast, Beth felt wider at the opening, but more velvety
snug deeper within. When he pulled his cock out of her, it felt as if
her lips were still yawning, wide open, waiting for him to plunge back
into her moist depths. Already highly aroused, he fucked Beth more vigorously from the start,
pumping his full length in and out of her with as much force as he
could summon. He reached forward and grasped her breasts, lifting her
semi upright and pulling her down onto him with even more force,
grasping her soft and pliant flesh. He could feel the large,
protuberant nipples grow harder between his splayed fingers as he
impaled her over and over again. He looked over at Monica, panting,
out of breath, still leaning on the railing. After fucking Beth for a while, he switched back to Monica again, once
more noting the different way she gripped his cock when he entered
her. Then he switched back and forth more rapidly, counting his
strokes – giving them twenty or thirty each – until he felt the urge
to come grow to an almost unbearable ecstatic torture. Each time he
tore him self from one of them, the night air would feel cool and
reinvigorating on his cock, and he felt his stamina return. The few
seconds outside of female flesh he felt like a fish out of the water,
the opening to his cock wide and gasping like a gaping mouth. He felt
himself trembling until he could immerse himself in the warm depths of
a waiting female body once more. At last, the walls of his resistance began to erode and crumble within
him and he knew he couldn’t hold off his orgasm much longer.
He
stayed with Monica, grasping her tightly about the waist while he
pushed himself into her to the hilt and began squirming from side to
side. He felt Beth, obliging as ever, kneel behind him. Her stiff,
warm tongue slid across his ass until it found his sphincter, circling
it several times before gently probing inside. He could stand no more, sandwiched between that female flesh, front to
back. With one dispatching shudder, the dam within him burst and he
felt himself rupturing, becoming a mote of pure pleasure, like a
shooting star rocketing across the night sky. When his body jerked the glasses, which had been on his head all
along, at last really did fall from his head.
Clattering once against
the empty metal railing in front of him, he watched them twist and
turn as they fell, like a pair of blind, dead eyes pointed this way
and then that. Charged with all the vigor of his pent-up lust and frustration, his
semen took a different course, arcing upward and outward for a time,
as if to mimic the way all life battles vainly against the force and
destiny of nature, defiant until, its energies spent, it must succumb
to the inevitable. Gradually dissipating, mixing with the salt-sea
air on its descent, his sperm became like a wisp of the sea’s spray
and was carried away on the night breeze.