by Mickey Kline © 2001. All Rights Reserved

I was surprised when I heard a shriek as I stepped outside the fitness center. It had been raining off and on all day. When it looked like it was letting up, I headed over to the hot tub to work out a kink. The indoor courts had been full, but the clay courts outside, the pool and the viewing deck above them were all empty.
The cry came from the whirlpool, where a pair of female forms were lowering themselves up to their chins in the churning water. Four anxious eyes peered above the deck as I moved toward them.
I stopped when I got close enough to see I had them trapped. One had on a woman's undershirt, but the other had nothing on her shoulders, suggesting she might be naked. Some jeans and a t- shirt lay in a pile on the far side of the tub. On my side was a one piece bathing suit, the kind the resort's life guards wore.
"Didn't mean to bother you. I hurt my calf playing tennis on Monday and doctor's orders are that I get hydrotherapy for at least twenty minutes a day until it quits hurting."
Mostly bull shit, of course. I had strained it playing tennis, but the only orders I had gotten were from my cock, which insisted that I hang around until I either coaxed them out or talked myself in.
"We didn't figure anyone would be coming out in the rain," said the blond.
"Yea, really, it's rained three of the five days I've been on the island. Tell you what, I'll just sit at this end and leave you alone."
They were bunched together just around the curve of the kidney-shaped tub. Their naked bodies were touching, and my cock was getting hard.
I sat down above a jet on my folded towel, dangling my leg over the side, letting the hot water massage my calf. I would have gotten in, but the view was better where I was.
The blond was the first to get brave. She let the water carry her to the middle of the tub, feeling protected by her T-shirt. When she raised up, though, I could see her tits as clearly as if she'd been naked. They were impressive, but it was her eyes that got to me.
She had big, flashing blue eyes, open, honest, expressive, the kind that let you know she's happy, or pissed off. Or curious. Or about to come. My ex had eyes like that, eyes that could make you forget she had just come home three hours late.
She and I had reserved the room before we split up. I know I cheated first, I know I deserved it, but she cheated more. The big blowup came when she accused me of "sniffing around that almond-scented Asian cooze," that lived in the condo across the hall.
Like an idiot, I asked, "How do you know she uses almond-scented douche?"
Sheila had blushed, then recovered and said, "We talk."
Never one to quit while I'm ahead, I said, "Yea, but I bet it's tough to hear with your head between her thighs."
If Sheila would have stuck to eating pussy, I wouldn't have complained. Hell, I would have encouraged it if I could have watched, but she insisted on fucking men, too.
And here was my chance to get even, to spend a rainy afternoon with these dazzling delights.
The blond was floating like she was sitting in a chair in the middle of the pool. I couldn't quite see her pussy for the bubbles. Her hair was wet where the ends touched the water just above her shoulders, and her cheeks were bright pink.
"Better be careful. Looks like you're overheating," I said, meaning they had been in the water too long, but even as I said it, I had to wonder if maybe, two girls alone in a hot tub? Nah.
"We were just ... testing the jets," said the blond.
"Gisele!" said Ms Naked, turning pinker.
"Well," she started meekly, but there was nothing she could say to get the cat back in the bag.
"Yea, I was," said the coy brunette. "Gisele got jealous and had to join me, even though she wasn't dressed for it."
"You must be swimmers," I said, treading carefully. I wanted to watch them play some more, but I didn't want to scare them off asking if they would. "Broad shoulders," I explained.
Gisele said yes. Her friend simply blinked.
"What stroke?"
"Freestyle," said the brunette hoarsely.
"Breastroke," Gisele boasted.
The brunette giggled.
"Breaststroke, huh? Do you practice on your friends?"
"No, only on myself."
They both giggled. The brunette was no longer glued to the side, and didn't realize the blinds drawn in the window to her right allowed me to see her reflection clearly. But Gisele had my attention. Her indulgent smile kept revealing the tip of her saucy, pink tongue, and I could think of nothing I'd rather do than watch it burrow into her friend's forbidden fruit.
"Do you swim at school?" I asked.
"Where at?"
"We go to Robard," Gisele answered.
Ah, rich chicks, but college made them at least eighteen. Unless they were lying.
"Really. What's your major?"
"Psychology," said Gisele.
"Hmm, what are you taking next semester?"
"English Comp, Biology, American History and French."
Joellen, being the cute brunette, had a similar schedule. They seemed legit, but those sounded like freshman classes. Were they 21
"Well rounded," I said, admiring Joellen's tits, which were now floating, her nipples visibly distended. "I know a little French. Would you like to get together later for a drink on the Poop Deck and practice?"
I specifically picked the resort bar because I knew the bar tender. He wouldn't serve underage staff.
"Can't," Gisele said, disappointed. "But she can. Our boss."
I heard a board creak behind me. When I turned, it appeared as if directly from the ocean, a long-boned goddess with straight, walnut-colored hair was approaching. She walked up close enough to see what was going on, but didn't act judgmental. She was braless. When she stopped, she clasped her hands behind her back in a way that projected her fleshy points, emphasizing their youthful upward tilt. As she took in the scene, I could see her nipples rising under her "staff" T-shirt. Her name tag said Gina.
"We're going to open again at four if it doesn't rain anymore," she said in a thick, hot, sticky voice that returned my thoughts to her mouth.
"Okay," answered her charges.
She smiled down at me, her soft eyes warming me seductively. Then she turned and walked away, gracefully, like a ballerina, with her toes pointed slightly outward.
"She takes her job more seriously than we do," said Joellen.
"She has to, she needs the money," said Gisele.
"Are you lifeguards?" I asked.
"Yea, pray for rain. Ooh," Gisele blurted out, moving sideways away from the jets. "Much more of that and I might not stop.
She pulled herself out but lay down on her stomach, her sweet, heart-shaped ass framing her lovely face from where I sat. Joellen hadn't said anything since Gina had left and her expression suggested she was in no big hurry to move. She had lifted herself out of the water until her boobs rested on the deck. Her arms blocked my view, but the tops were jiggling from the water bubbling against her tender young body below them.
Gisele saw where I was looking and leaned back to see where on Joellen's body the jet was hitting. Joellen uncovered her boobs, giving me a lovely view. She looked helpless.
"Joellen, are you coming?" Gisele asked.
Gisele saw where I was looking and leaned back to see where on Joellen's body the jet was hitting. Joellen uncovered her boobs, giving me a lovely view. She looked helpless.
Joellen swallowed, closed her eyes, opened them again, and finally said, "No," in a hoarse voice.
Gisele and I cracked up. Joellen turned away from the jet. She scrunched up her shoulders, put her arms over her tits and shivered. She joined in the laughter, reluctantly at first, but when Gisele began splashing her, she held her own. I had reason to believe she had lied.
The sun was peeking through the clouds. The fun was just about over.
"What will you give me if I let you have some privacy to get dressed?" I asked, even though my cock was throbbing.
"We'll line you up with Gina," said Gisele, boldly sitting up, peeling off her undershirt and ringing the water out of it.
I was hypnotized by the rise and fall of her boobs, their velvety sheen and proud, youthful fitness, as she went about the task. I wanted to lick each drop of water off their crimson tips, cup them with my hands, press them together and knife my prick into the shallow space between them.
She tossed the wet top at me. I had been so mesmerized by her performance, I didn't see it coming until I had barely enough time to close my eyes before it covered my face. She picked up the dry top lying on her jeans and put it on. Her tits strained against the soft cotton like a pair of melons.
She took off her panties facing away, protecting her pristine muff from my probing gaze. All I could see was her glorious ass. When she stood up, she slipped her finger through one of the leg holes of her underwear and twirled it around while I stared.
I shook my head clear, realizing that Joellen had put her suit back on while my attention was elsewhere.
"We're too young for you," Gisele said, breaking the spell. It might have been a polite way of saying we're too rich for you.
"And Gina's not?"
"No, she had to sit out last year to work. She had a full ride, but she didn't have time, with swimming and tutoring to make enough money to get by."
"How well do you know her?"
"Well enough to know she wouldn't say, 'she likes to watch.' She'd say, 'she likes to observe,' but not that well. She was a last minute replacement. Leslie decided to screw her way across Europe with her boyfriend instead of coming back here."
"Boy, you know how to turn it on, don't you? What are you trying to do, make me come in my pants?"
She giggled in her self-assured way, but didn't answer.
"I guess that means you haven't slept with her," I said, trying to give a little of it back.
"I'll never tell," she said coyly. "Ask for her. Gina Bellissima. She's one of those hot-blooded Italians. "
Then she bent down, gave me a full kiss on the lips and walked away. Joellen followed.
I wanted all three of them. I wanted to hold each one while the other two made her come, twitching and screaming. But before I could collect myself, up walked Gina with a glass in each hand. Even with clothes on, she was as beautiful as the image of a naked Geisha imprinted on an iris blossom, swimming nude in a calm sea at sunset.
"Mai-Tais. Gisele bought them. Well, I bought them, but she gave me the money. She said you were in pain," Gina explained, handing me one.
I couldn't keep from laughing. I was, but not the obvious. My nuts were aching, and I knew Gisele knew it.
"What?" Gina asked.
I shook my head and took a sip. She had dark, Mediterranean features, but except for her name, she could have been an Arab, or even Persian.
"What were you guys doing back here?" she asked.
"Just talking. And I was soaking my calf."
"What about?"
I could have told her they were getting themselves off with the jets, but that would be no way to thank them for sending me Gina. I was desperately horny. I took a chance.
"Gisele said she'd never slept with you."
"What makes you think she would have?"
"She didn't seem offended when I asked."
"What makes you think I would?"
"I didn't, I was just trying to get back at her. She's a serious tease." What the hell, I thought. "But isn't that every woman's fantasy? A lover that knows exactly what to do."
She shook her head and took a long drink. Then she looked at me again.
"I'll tell you what made me think of it," I said boldly. "It's your eyes, those seductive, Gypsy, all-knowing eyes." She looked at her drink. "Tell me the truth." She looked up. "Have you ever kissed a woman on the lips, full, like you meant it."
She didn't answer. She finished off her drink.
"Have you ever ... masturbated a woman?"
She looked at me like I was stroking her clit and she didn't want me to stop. I put my hand on her knee and slowly caressed my way to the hem of her shorts.
"Oh shit," she whispered. "Gisele must have known I was horny. She's like that, figuring people out and hooking them up."
That changed everything.
"You know what they were doing when I came out? They were getting off on the jets."
"You saw them?"
"I saw Joellen."
"I've always ..." she started, but then stopped herself with a wish-I-wouldn't-have-said-that giggle.
"Now's your chance," I said, looking up. The skies were threatening. "It's gonna rain again."
When I looked back, she was slipping off her shorts and panties. She had a bushy brown muff. She climbed into the Jacuzzi in front of me, a knee on the bench on either side of my foot, and hugged the wall.
"I shouldn't be doing this. What if Gisele comes back out?"
"She'll probably join you. Would you mind?"
"Don't talk like that. You hardly know me," she said, but it was clear she didn't mind me exploring her sexual geometry.
"Yea, but think of it, a woman in bed with you, bending over you, caressing you with her mouth, flicking her tongue back and forth over your trigger. You'd think you died and went to heaven."
"Stop it!"
"Are you telling me that if Gisele came back out here and had you sit up here like I am, you wouldn't let her give you the ultimate sexual thrill?"
"Oh, shit."
"You would, you'd love it, and you'd do it to her, wouldn't you?"
She squealed and shuddered, looking up at me, gasping for breath.
She grabbed my heel and forced my big toe into her cunt. She rode it up and down as the jet spewed bubbles against her clit.
I pulled my shorts aside and let my cock spring out. I didn't even have to ask. She took me into her mouth until my cock was tickling her larynx. At the same instant she began to lift up, it started to rain. Quickly, her head was bobbing up and down like the drops of water splashing into the tub.
It was as if her mouth had been formed to give pleasure, the wet, satiny brush of her tongue bathed me in bliss.
"Yea, baby, suck it. Suck it like you'd suck Gisele's clit," I growled, so turned on I had no idea what I'd say next. "Oh yea, baby, shit, you're good. Suck it, baby, yea, suck it. Oh shit! Careful. Nowwwww."
She backed off and jacked me off, letting my jism cover her neck and chin, smiling at me, watching me with those Gypsy eyes the whole time. Then she went off one last time, moaning, "Yes, yes, yes," each time she jammed my toe into her snatch.
When I came to my senses, I realized Gisele was behind me, laughing. She leaned down and kissed us both. Gina didn't resist.
"Never thought about doing it that way," Gisele said. Then she stood up and walked away.
"Shit!" Gina gasped one more time, then pressed her face against my thigh.
I had a feeling it wouldn't be the last kiss they'd share.
TEASERS 2001 by Mickey Kline. All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced in any form without express written permission from the author.
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Mickey Kline, an internet addict who believes Bill Clinton didn't inhale, practices land surveying around Washington, DC to support his writing habit. His publishing credits include Gent magazine, Adult Story Corner and one red isle. His goal in life is to publish the great American novel, move to Key West, write in the morning and spend the afternoon sipping blueberry daiquiris while he tries to figure out what to do with his evening.
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