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  After some pretty hectic times at work I told Elise that I needed a break. She suggested that I come and spend some time unwinding with her on the ranch. Nothing sounded better.

  Soon I was on a flight to the town where Elise’s husband worked. When I got off the plane, I saw her, the tall woman I had known in college. Her slim legs extended from her nylon running shorts, and she wore a lightweight top that hung loosely from her broad shoulders and about her breasts. Her long, brown hair was bleached from the summer sun. Elise may very well have been giving me the same kind of once-over. I suppose I haven’t changed much since college. I am shorter than she, my frame more petite and delicate. And my short hair is dark brown. We embraced. It was so good to see her! There was so much to talk about! During the two-hour drive to her ranch, Elise explained to me that her husband was in the middle of his first twelve-hour shift for the week. He would work two more shifts, staying at a studio apartment in town, and then return for four days on the ranch. I would have to wait to meet him, but we would have time to catch up on the years.

  After about an hour and a half of driving, the homes appeared farther apart. Elise said that the few houses we saw were summer cabins inhabited only on weekends. Soon Elise pointed out her mailbox. We drove just a mile more on a dirt road and, behind a hill, arrived at the ranch house.

  Elise suggested that I freshen up after my long trip. She showed me my room and I showered, then put on a halter and some shorts. I found Elise outside on the deck, in a lounge chair. She wasn’t wearing clothes, which startled me a bit, though in college I knew Elise had liked to sunbathe. The isolation of the ranch provided the golden opportunity to do so nude.

  Elise suggested that I take off my halter and shorts. With a bit of hesitation I did so. She poured me a drink from the cooler, noting the bands of white around my breasts and hips. She handed me some sunscreen and suggested I put extra on my white areas. I felt the warmth of the sun all over my body. After about two hours the sun began to dip behind the hills. Elise and I headed into the house to get some dinner, and ate, drank, and spent the rest of the evening filling each other in on our lives and loves before calling it a night.

  The next morning Elise said that she had had a call regarding some part-time work she had been doing. She would have to drive into town, work for a couple of hours and drive back. I offered to accompany her, but she encouraged me to stay and relax as there was nothing to do in town. I agreed to stay. As she left, Elise told me that the man who delivered the water would be coming by, but I would be able to hear his truck from the road so I could quickly dress.

  I headed to the deck as the day began to heat up—ten-thirty and it was already ninety degrees. I picked up the cooler, some erotic magazines and the sunscreen.

  After a while I dozed off. I was awakened by the mufflerless truck. I quickly put on my top and shorts. The water man drove up to the cistern and began filling it. I came out and greeted him. He did not seem surprised to see a strange face—Elise must have told him of my visit. He quickly went about his business and was soon back on his way. I was taken aback by his briskness. I am used to turning a few heads, especially when wearing those particular shorts and top. Perhaps part of my being affronted was caused by my horniness, brought about by sunbathing nude and reading erotica. And he was a pretty good-looking guy. But so it goes.

  I went back out to the deck and removed my shorts and top. I poured a drink, smoothed on more lotion, and returned to my reading. The recent nonadventure with the water man led me to finger my clit and nipples as I read. Soon, I was in the midst of a massive orgasm. After this I wondered why I had come out to the middle of nowhere with no man to satisfy me. Perhaps Elise and her husband would be interested in some group sex.

  A few minutes later I heard a faint clatter. Who was it?—not Elise; it was too early for her return. Once again I pulled on my shorts and top and went into the house. I looked out the window and saw a fellow on a bicycle with a lot of gear. Obviously he was touring and camping out. As he came closer, I saw that he was in his mid-twenties. Wearing only thin Lycra biking shorts, a helmet and sunglasses, I could see that he had a strong build. As with the water man, I went out and greeted him. A smile swept across his face and I began to feel a wetness between my legs.

  He took off his helmet and said his name was Larry. He was spending a couple of weeks biking in the region. He had run out of water and, when he saw the water truck coming from this direction, figured there must be a house down here where he could get water.

  I offered him a drink, putting an extra sway in my hips as I led him out to the deck. He guzzled several glasses of water to replenish his system and then accepted a beer, settling back in a chair. Larry talked of his bike tour, the places he had visited, and the people he had met. He mentioned that people seemed to envy his adventure and often invited him in for a meal, a place to stay, or more. He paused there and looked at me through his sunglasses.

  Then, taking off his glasses, he asked what I was doing out here. I told him my story. When I got to the part about Elise and me sunbathing in the nude, I could see his penis begin to stiffen underneath those Lycra shorts. I continued to tell of my activities before his arrival. He continued to stay hard. I invited him to spend the night, saying that there was a lot of room, that Elise and I would enjoy his stories, and that I thought he could use a break. There was one more reason I had in mind, but I didn’t mention it.

  We each had another beer and I figured it was time to make my move. I asked if he minded if I continued to get sun in the altogether. He said no, and asked if I minded if he did the same. Of course I offered no objection. That over, there was a bit of hesitation on both parts in removing our clothes. Larry took off his biking shoes and socks as I lifted my top over my head. My breasts burst free into the sunlight. Larry fixed his gaze on them. I asked if he would like to put some lotion on them. Without wasting a second, he grabbed the tube and began rubbing lotion on my breasts. The wetness between my legs increased.

  I could see that the stiff rod beneath his shorts yearned to be released so I pulled down Larry’s shorts and rubbed his stiff penis. He sighed and continued massaging my breasts. I began licking and sucking him. Larry then went down on me, bringing me to an immediate orgasm.

  We kissed and tongued and, as I became excited again, I wanted Larry in me. I guided his still-firm penis into my wet cunt. He pumped, and I responded, for what seemed like forever. We both approached a mutual climax as I grabbed his bare white ass.

  We melted with the intensity of our orgasms. Finally I suggested that if we were to remain outside, he should have some lotion on his buns. Larry responded by rolling off me and onto his stomach. I applied the lotion, feeling his firm ass and seeing his penis return to a stiff form. Larry reminded me that I, too, needed lotion on my bottom. Who was I to object? As he applied it, he fingered my clit, and my ass rose to meet his hands. I reached back, grabbed his prick, and guided it into my cunt from the rear.

  It was time for a rest, and we both had faded into sleep when we heard Elise’s jeep. As before, I threw on my clothes. I asked Larry to wait on the deck while I explained his presence to Elise.

  While Larry and I fixed food and drink, Elise jumped into the shower, returning clad in a brief bikini.

  Now it was my turn to surprise Elise. I lifted my top over my head, pulled my shorts down, and reclined in the chair with a drink.

  I mentioned a need for lotion on my ass. Larry obliged, straddling me as he did so.

  Elise asked Larry if he could do the same for her. He moved to her chair, straddled her torso, and applied lotion to her entire back side starting at her neck and working on down to her toes. While rubbing her ass, he fingered her cunt, bringing her to orgasm.

  Elise turned over and asked him to do the other side. He said that she first needed her front side cleaned. He proceeded to lick each leg, coming ever so close to her clit, and up her torso, circling each breast. He then went to work on her right breast, licking and sucking it with vigor. I could not hold back any longer. I joined Larry by sucking Elise’s other breast. I reached down to feel Larry’s prick, finding Elise’s hand already there. I massaged his balls and rubbed his ass. I saw Larry’s hand fingering Elise’s clit and moved a hand to join him there. Elise reached another great orgasm.

  Elise guided Larry’s prick to her waiting cunt. I moved up to kiss Larry and placed my cunt by Elise’s face. She quickly began lapping at it. Larry grabbed each of my breasts while he pumped away inside Elise. We simultaneously reached orgasm, collapsing upon each other.

  After a rest, we continued to satisfy each other through the night. Larry and I joined Elise in bed, but we slept little. When one of us did sleep, the other two continued to get and give satisfaction. Finally, at mid-morning the next day we were all up for a final romp. We showered together, during which each of us came again. Larry hit the road, biking off to the west. Before he left, we exchanged addresses and promises to get together soon. After he was gone, Elise and I returned to our nude sunbathing while making plans for her husband, who would return home that evening.

  —B.B., New York, N.Y.

  What Happens in Vegas…

  The clock radio next to the bed read 1:56. I was at a loss. This had never happened to me before. I looked over at the guy next to me. Passed out next to me, actually. The alcohol I’d drunk still hummed in my veins, but it didn’t prevent me from asking myself, What WERE you thinking? It was a good question.

  I leaned over the bed and fished for my panties. Quietly. The dress was tougher. It had gotten caught up in the soft down comforter, and was half under the guy. I shook him lightly, but he didn’t move. Shit. I shook him a little harder. He gave a moan and mumbled something about staying. This was so not in my plans.

  “Honey, if you want to get rid of me, you need to let me get my dress,” I purred. He didn’t even open his eyes, just rolled to one side. But that was enough to let me pull my dress from underneath him. All right!

  My dress and I quickly headed for the bathroom. I didn’t turn on the lights, just used the water from the sink to freshen up a little. I slipped my panties on, pulled the dress over my head, and down my long, lithe body. I smoothed down my short, sassy dark hair, then used a washcloth to cool the parts of my body that he had left wet, hot, and so completely unsatisfied. Damn it! The evening had started off with such promise. But the great thing about Vegas was that two in the morning was still early, and the night was just getting started.

  Back in the room, I sat on the edge of the bed and put on my earrings. “I had fun, baby,” I lied quietly. The guy reached out half-consciously and put his hand on my arm, and for a moment I thought he might rally. But he didn’t. Thank goodness.

  I slipped out the door and down the hall. I took my phone out of my evening bag to find out where the other girls were. I felt a little bad about ditching them earlier in the evening, but they were the kind of friends who would understand and even approve of such behavior. In a day or so we’d sit down and have a good laugh over my exploits of this evening. But not tonight. Definitely not tonight. Because tonight I was still a woman on a mission. I wasn’t stopping until I got what I’d come for.

  The cab driver dropped me in front of another hotel, and I sauntered into the club where the music was thumping and the people were packed shoulder to shoulder. The bouncer at the door took one look at my dress, cut to my navel in front and nearly to my ass in back, and let me right past the rope line at the door. I sidled through the crowd and wriggled my way around the club, not exactly dancing, but not exactly walking, either. I kept my eyes open for my friends, but also for whatever else might turn up. A lot of people were already pairing off for the night. I was definitely going to have to work quickly.

  Girls in tiny outfits worked the stage above the gradually thinning dance floor. After a minute I spied my friends Joni and Lynn, both of them dancing hot and close with guys I didn’t recognize. I managed to make eye contact with Lynn, but didn’t go any closer. That was the deal. Nobody wanted to be the third wheel this late in the evening. I would find my own fun. I headed over to the bar, which was gorgeous and elegant, and still crowded. I elbowed my way in and shouted my standard order, Grey Goose and seven. With drink in hand I didn’t feel so naked as I started drifting through the frenzied crowd again.

  Men in suits, men in jeans, gorgeous women in dresses, or in jeans with silk camis. Obvious tourists and obvious locals. I wriggled my way through them all. Suddenly one of them stopped in front of me. “We’re dancing,” he said. He had to almost shout it over the thumping music.

  “We are?” I replied.

  “Yeah.” And he took my hand and pulled me slowly out onto the floor, giving me the chance to check him out a little better. Nice jeans. Striped button-down shirt. Good shoes. Not such a bad start.

  And he moved well, keeping his hands on me as we danced. I writhed sexily for him, obviously holding his interest.

  I got the usual compliment about my eyes; that was good. Then the hair compliment, even better. I wriggled and turned, feeling his hands on my ass. Wow, he worked quickly!

  “Are you here with friends?” he asked. A good question, showed interest. And because of the loud music I had to press close to him and talk directly into his ear to answer him. Tricky.

  “Yes,” I said, and threw in a question of my own. “Are you local or just visiting?” Conversation is good. Even at 2:30 in the morning. And he had nice eyes. Honest eyes. And good lips. I stayed in close, still dancing, waiting for the answer.

  “I’m visiting from Chicago,” he replied into my ear. It felt good being close to him. Hot. Oh, this is going to be fun, I thought. A tourist was right up my alley tonight. I pulled away just enough to turn around again, still dancing. But his hand slipped around my hip and pulled me back against him.

  Oh my! I could feel something that the guy I’d been with earlier could never have matched.

  “I’m not letting you get away,” he murmured, and I turned around again, slithering against him. As I raised my head to reply to him, he stopped my lips with his. Right there on the dance floor! Lovely, firm lips playing over mine. I forgot that these were the second pair of lips that had been on mine that evening. I forgot the disappointment and the frustration. That was totally over now.

  “What’s your name?” I asked him, pulling away.

  “Sid,” he replied, smiling

  I gazed deeply into his eyes, trying to see into his soul. You can see into a man’s soul if you look close enough. At least I can. At that moment I was making a decision, and I knew it. I gazed deeply, and I saw nothing in those chocolate brown eyes that might be a danger to me. Nothing but a lust that matched mine. Oh, he was going to work me over all right, I knew that, because I was going to tell him to. But there was no real harm in him.

  “It’s really nice to meet you, Sid,” I said, turning away from him again and letting my bottom play against his groin, feeling his hardness through the thin fabric of my dress.

  Just then the crowd pressed in even closer, and the room felt even warmer, and I felt Sid’s hand on the back of my thigh as he slid it under my dress. The dress was full enough so that he could play with the wet curls of my pussy under my panties, right there on the dance floor. Only the people right next to us would have had any clue, if they’d been paying any attention. Which they weren’t.

  Sid turned me to face him then. He grabbed my ass as he kissed me again, his tongue delving deep into my mouth. I moaned and pressed into him. Oh lord, what we were doing could no longer be considered dancing by anyone’s definition. I forced myself to pull away, swaying and moving to the music, never taking my eyes from his. He tried to pull me to him again, but I resisted teasingly.

  “You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

  Very stupid question. “Yeah,” I replied shakily. “But I have to let my girlfriends know where I’m going. Where’s your hotel?”

  Lynn simply cocked a discreet eyebrow when I told her where I was going. God bless her. Explanations were for the morning after. Now at least someone knew where I was.

  When we got into a cab Sid and I dove at each other. He pulled me across his lap and pressed his mouth on mine. He had a really skilled mouth, too. The ride was short, or maybe it just seemed that way because we were having such fun. The cab driver never said a word. That’s the nice thing about Vegas cab drivers—they are so good about looking the other way.

  My legs felt weak as we crossed the hotel casino and made our way through the corridors. He tried to grab me again in the elevator, but I quickly pointed out that there were more cameras there than just about anywhere else in the hotel. Finally we made it to the room, with the door closed behind us.

  “Tell me what you like,” he said in a soft voice as he pressed me against the wall next to the door.

  I pulled his head down and pressed kisses on his mouth as I answered. “I like everything. Everything! And I like it hard, fast and just a little dirty. Is that a problem?”

  “God, no!” he replied. And he pulled my head back and slid his mouth down to my neck. I gasped and opened my thighs a little, so I could cradle him closer. I pulled at his shirt, wanting him closer still, slipping my hands onto the hard, hot skin underneath. He quickly began to unbutton his own buttons, which was good because they were so small, and I was actually shaking a little. I didn’t really know why; I just knew that I didn’t want any of this to stop.

  I kicked off my shoes as he half pulled, half carried me to the bed. He pulled my dress over my head so roughly that I almost expected to hear a rip, but I didn’t even care by this point. I wanted those hands on me. Wanted them badly. My skin felt like it was on fire when I finally felt him cup my breasts and squeeze them eagerly, thumbing my nipples and bringing them to attention. The more he did this, the more I could feel an answering tug deep in the core of me. I wanted his mouth on my skin, but he pushed me back onto the bed. I raised myself onto my elbows and watched him as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. The room was very dim, the only light coming from the half-open door of the bathroom, but I could see him well enough, and what I saw was just fine.