I looked down and I saw Lola’s finger gently stroking Stoya’s pussy. She slid her wet finger up and down the soft labia and then gently inserted one, then two fingers deep inside. “You like this, Daddy? You want to fuck her pussy?” she asked. I did, but for the moment I was enjoying the view as I held my cock in my hands.
Now, allow me to tell you how we arrived at that supremely sexy moment.
It was late August. Lo and I packed up our big cooler full of beers, G&T, and various snack items: salsa, hummus, cheeses. We had a picnic basket full of chips, pita bread, pretzels, and basically everything you could want as an appetizer, but no meal.
We got on the road early. We knew that the parking spots at the beach would fill up quick since the weather forecast for that Saturday was so perfect and we knew that there wouldn’t be many more opportunities to get to the ocean this summer.
All the way out there, Lo was in high spirits. In summer she loves three things: heat, beach, and picnic baskets. Well, and sex. Don’t forget the sex. I just like seeing her in her bikini (and out of her bikini).
We got there just in time to get one of the few remaining spots in the parking lot and I carried the heavy stuff while Lo rolled the cooler. We set up the chairs and umbrella, spread out the beach blanket, and I pulled out a book and sat in the chair surveying the area while Lo lay spread eagle on the blanket.
“On the B.P.?” Lo asked me. That’s our abbreviation for either “Beach Patrol,” or, more accurately, “Butt Patrol.”
There were a few couples around us, but we were in the mostly vacant far end of the beach, away from the crowds and screaming children.
The hours spent soaking up the sun sped by as Lo and I sipped our cold drinks and nibbled on the provisions. I got a good chunk of reading done, swam a few times when I got too hot to bake any longer, and enjoyed seeing Lo apply and reapply her sunscreen.
When the sun was low on the horizon, Lo and I packed up our temporary home in the sand, put it all in the trunk and then headed off to one of our favorite restaurants, right on the water.
We walked up to the rooftop bar and, though it was crowded, we managed to snag the last high-top table for two overlooking the blue water below and the sunset in the distance. It was perfect. We were famished and already feeling the effects of day-drinking while sunbathing.
We ate our meal as the band played “Margaritaville” and other classic summer songs. Lo’s feet kept rubbing up on my legs. I could tell what she was hungry for now and I was eager to get her home to feed it to her.
We paid the bill and just as we stood to leave, we heard someone from the next table say, “Oh, don’t go yet!” Was that directed at us? I turned around and saw two women sitting at one of the other high-top tables. Rather than sit across from one another, as Lo and I had been sitting in order to see each other, they both sat on one side of the small table and they were looking at us. My back was to them the whole time, but had Lo seen them? I don’t know.
“What?” I asked, politely, but a bit defensively.
“Don’t go yet,” one of them repeated. Apparently they enjoyed looking at us.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Never mind her,” said the other woman in a deeper voice, “we’ve been here all day and now she’s drunk.”
“I am not!” the first protested.
“Whatever,” said the second.
We were in no hurry, we had been together all day, and something about these two women appealed to us (or appealed to our vanity), so we took a seat on the other side of the table. We began with introductions. The taller, deeper voiced woman was Sherry and the smaller, sandy-haired woman’s name was Rain. They were a couple. They had been together for about a year and they admitted to watching the two of us.
We ordered another round of drinks, even though Lo and I had already settled up for our dinner.
“You have amazing tits,” said Rain. She was either less reserved than Sherry, or much more drunk. I couldn’t tell since I knew them not at all.
Lo almost blushed, but not quite. She was still in her bikini top and shorts.
“She has a great ass too,” I chimed in.
“I bet,” said Rain, liking her lips. The gesture reminded me of Lo’s trademark move and when I looked over at Lo, it was like a mirror reflection of Rain. They clearly had chemistry. I looked at Sherry whose poker face was inscrutable. Did she enjoy the flirting, as I did, or resent it? Was this just another night out for this interesting couple, or was Rain playing a dangerous game?
No matter, it wasn’t my relationship at stake.
We continued drinking and finding out more about the two of them. Rain was a yoga instructor. Sherry worked in finance. An odd couple, for sure.
The band continued to play and at some point after we had had another round or two, they played Bob Marley’s “Three Little Birds.”
“I love this song!” Rain informed us as she jumped off her barstool and grabbed Lo’s hand saying, “Dance with me,” as she almost dragged her onto the dancefloor. The two of them swayed back and forth and Rain put her hands on Lo’s hips as Lo put her arms around Rain’s waist. I could see their lips moving, but not hear what they said. I realized that I wasn’t the only one watching them. Not only were the other folks in the bar glued to these two long-haired, sexy beach babes dancing, but Sherry was also eyeing them closely. I decided to use the opportunity of our being mutually abandoned to try to understand what was going on for her.
“She always this friendly?” I asked.
A tense smile hid her frustration. “Rain? She’s a very free spirit,” she said. It was meant to sound like a compliment, but it came across as a complaint.
“Same with Lo,” I said, genuinely, “that’s why I love her so.”
She smiled again and I decided to lighten the mood a bit. “You have great teeth.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised, clearly not used to being complimented, “thanks.”
One little observation goes a long way. After that, she really opened up to me, telling me more about her and Rain.
The band played another song and Lo and Rain kept dancing. I saw Rain move her hand to Lo’s butt, over her denim shorts. Their bodies moved closer together, their steps smaller.
Sherry told me that this was her first relationship with a woman. She was newly divorced. She had two kids – teenagers. They were very conflicted about everything. I could see that either their emotions reflected her own or she was projecting. She and Rain had only been together about a year and a half. Rain had never been with a man, but was fascinated by men. . . and afraid of them.
Sherry was just as intoxicated as Rain, I realized, only she hid it better. She hid, or tried to hide, a lot of things. She went on to tell me that she’s often caught Rain masturbating to porn of guys jackin’ it and cumming. “She’s fascinated by guys ejaculating,” she said as if it was the most bizarre thing for a lesbian to be curious about. “She watches it again and again.”
Lo and Rain came back from the dance floor.
“At least someone dances with me,” Lo said, jibing me for my reluctance to set foot on any dance floor.
“At least someone talks to me,” I said, looking at Sherry.
“Oh yeah,” asked Rain, “what were you two talking about?”
“If I tell you,” I said, “you’ll tell me how nice Lo’s ass is.”
“Deal!” she said.
I looked at Sherry and saw real fear in her eyes. Of course I wasn’t going to publicize her intimate revelation. “We were just talking about Shelly’s kids and how quickly they grow up.”
“I know! Right?” said Rain, “When I met them, I was taller than both of them. But now they’re both this tall,” she said, putting her hand above her head by a foot.
Sherry looked relieved.
We talked some more, got some appetizers and more beer. Lo and I opened up about our special relationship. When Rain heard that I’m not allowed to have the same freedoms as Lo, she suddenly became more interested in me. It was as if being off limits was a dare for her, a challenge, a goal. She was now openly flirting with both Lo and me.
I completely lost track of time, but I knew we had a long drive home. We got the check, exchanged numbers, and said that we all need to come back here again together before the summer was over.
We walked downstairs and out onto the sidewalk. Their destination was the opposite direction from ours. Lo gave a hug to Sherry as I went in to give a goodbye hug to Rain, but to my great astonishment, rather than a hug, Rain’s lips came in right for mine. This was no little, polite peck goodnight, but an open-mouthed kiss, full of lips-on-lips and tongue exploration. She hugged me close and squeezed and the thought occurred to me that she was squeezing me as she wanted to be squeezed.
When our embrace ended, I furtively looked over to Lo to see just how much trouble I was in now. But Lo was busy talking with Sherry. Had either of them seen what just went down? Then Lo came over to Rain to give her a very proper and polite hug goodbye while I hugged Sherry. There were no hard feelings, or at least none that I could detect.
Lo and I began walking along the dimly lit sidewalk next to the dark beach. In our spirited conversation with the women, apparently Lo forgot the most important thing to do before departing a bar.
“Daddy,” she said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“What?”
“I have to pee. So bad.”
“Well, let’s go back. You can. . .”
She cut me off. “No,” she said, “why should we go all the way back when we have all the beach to ourselves?”
“What?” I asked, astonished as I saw Lo walk onto the sandy beach, pull down and remove her shorts but leaving on her bikini bottoms as she stuck out her bum like she was grinding into the invisible groin of someone in a dance club.
“Are you peeing?” I asked in disbelief.
“Come here and I’ll show you,” she said, grabbing my wrist, pulling my hand between her legs so I could feel the drips as they seeped through her bottoms.
“Lo,” I gasped, “you’re bad!”
“You love it,” she said. “You know you do.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“OK,” she said, “let’s go.”
She grabbed me so we walked arm-in-arm and she sashayed down the sidewalk.
“Feel better, dear?”
“Much,” she said. “Feel hard, dear?” she asked as she reached over to feel my cock under my bathing suit. “Oh yeah,” she said, answering her own question, “you feel hard alright.”
She wasn’t wrong.
We got to the car and I got in, but I called to Lo before she got in. “Hey, you plan on taking off your bottoms?”
“What?”
“Your bottoms. Do you plan on taking them off?”
“Here? On the street?”
“Yes here, on the street. You certainly don’t plan on sitting on my car seat like that do you?”
“Like what, Daddy?” she asked innocently.
“Drenched in pee.”
“Drenched in pee?! What are you talking about?”
“Your little trinkle on the beach.”
“What?”
“You honestly don’t remember?”
“No. Is that why I’m all wet? I just thought I was really horny. I mean, I am really horny, but is that why I’m wet?”
“Yes. So strip.”
“This sounds like a fun ride,” she said as she dropped her bikini bottoms onto the sidewalk, threw them in the trunk, and got in the car.
I started up the engine and she reached over to grab my cock. “Do you want me to straddle you, Daddy?” she asked.
“No, Lo, I’m driving home.”
“Can I blow you?”
“No.”
“Hand job?”
“No.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do for this long ride home?” she asked as she put her bare feet up on the dashboard, spreading them to make a ‘V’ of her legs. “Just look at what you’ve got here,” she said as she slapped her cleanly shaved pussy.
She put the seat all the way back and reclined it as far as it would go, keeping her feet up on the dash as she began massaging her pussy. But within mere moments she was sound asleep next to me.
We got home and I roused her. It took a great deal of effort, but I finally got her out of the car and up the stairs of our apartment building, all butt naked.
Once in our apartment she crawled into bed. Now she was waking up.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she said, spreading her legs.
“Lo, you’re beyond the ability to consent.”
“No I’m not, Daddy,” she protested. “Don’t you want me?”
“I sure do, but I’m not having you,” I replied.
“Please?”
“No.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to take things into my own hands,” she said, pulling out her dildo from under the bed and swiftly inserting it between her legs.
“If you’re going to do that,” I countered, “then I’m going to have some fun too. You’re not the only one with toys anymore.”
I rummaged through the closet and found my Stoya Fleshlight.
“No, Daddy! You wouldn’t dare!” she cried, still masturbating. “You wouldn’t have her when you could have me, would you?”
“Lo, I’m not having you.”
She grabbed Stoya from my hands and began touching her pussy lips.
“You can lubricate her for me, if you want,” I said.
She put out her hand and took some lube from the bottle as I squeezed it into her palm.
She stroked the pussy gently as I held my love organ in my hands.
“You like fingering her?” I asked.
No response.
“Are you thinking of Rain right now?”
“How’d you know?” she asked.
I was standing next to the bed as I watched all of this happening. Then Lo slid so that her legs were dangling off the side of the bed. With one hand she kept the dildo rhythmically fucking her pussy and with the other hand she slid Stoya’s pussy over my rock-hard cock.
“You like that, Daddy?”
Now I didn’t answer.
She went back and forth with the Fleshlight, fucking my cock with it as she fucked herself with her dildo.
“That’s it, Daddy, fuck her. Fuck her like you’d fuck me,” she said until she squirted all over the wood floor next to the bed. At the sight of her ejaculation, I grabbed Stoya with both hands and fucked Stoya hard and fast. Lo reached down, underneath and held my balls. She likes to feel them contract when I ejaculate. I came and came a lot inside Stoya.
After we cleaned everything up, Lo lay in my arms. She fell right to sleep. I held her and thought of the sound of the waves gently rolling over the silent sand of the beach in the moonlight.
“Why?”