The Spa

	It was a Wednesday night, and the hotel pool was deserted -- no
screaming, splashing kids, no hippos in one-pieces.  Just me, lounging in the
Jacuzzi, trying to read while keeping the water from splashing on my
paperback.  Yeah, stupid, I know, but I was bored...  I'd negotiated the
hallways and elevators in sweatpants over my swimsuit, and now, having
determined that the place saw little or no traffic, I was trying to use the
fancy facilities that the hotel charged an arm and a leg for.

	I looked up when they came in; it was a couple, watching me out of the
corners of their eyes while they hit the towel rack for two apiece.  Actually,
I'd seen them pause at the door and discuss it before coming in, but I'd
ignored them then, waiting to see if they would commit to anything.  I was
prepared to leave, but not without a request...

	They wandered over and I got a closer look.  The woman was maybe
forty, one of those beach drapes covering her swimsuit.  She wasn't huge, but
she wasn't tiny -- somewhere in the well-padded middle range, mouse-brown hair
showing streaks of silver AND gold.  He was tall and lanky -- almost wasted-
looking -- and balding on top, but he combed what he had back over his head
smoothly, and it looked okay.  He'd worn a T-shirt over his swim trunks to get
through the hallways in.

	As they got closer, I discovered an anomaly -- and it confirmed my
belief that I knew what was up.  On top, the woman's beach drape covered
nothing -- there was no swimsuit top beneath it.  I glanced away while I
decided whether I was a big chicken or not, then put down my book.

	In my experience, it isn't a party until the woman says it is -- and
they're generally chicken.  I could surrender my place or drive them off,
or... what?  What would work?  I looked up at them; the woman was losing her
pluck -- reality was trumping her little fantasy...

	That was it!  Although they generally hold the keys to the situation,
it's considered impolite to challenge them directly, largely because they WILL
cut and run, so I addressed him while focusing on them both, "All right,
you're not kidding anybody -- I know the little fantasy that brought the pair
of you down here.  I ALSO know, though, that in that fantasy you weren't
alone..."

	The man went poker-faced -- and the woman blushed to a fine, medium
red from her hairline to the place where her skin disappeared below the beach
drape -- and, theoretically, well beyond.

	'Bingo!' I thought.  Whether they'd discussed it or not -- and I was
betting that if they HAD, they'd lied to each other -- both of their
individual versions of this encounter included another male.  The woman turned
her head and opened her mouth, but her significant other shook his head, so
she closed it and looked back at me, still hugely embarrassed.

	There are limited opportunities to get control of a sexual situation
from a woman in this day and age -- unlike the vast majority of history -- but
I'd gambled on one of them.  A direct challenge will sometimes cut through the
bullshit -- because it's a male-male thing, the woman instinctively gives up
control.  That's what happened here; the guy eyed me for a few seconds,
neither of us giving anything away, then muttered to his woman, "Do it."

	Bang!  The shoe was on the other foot.  Now she was obligated -- AND
off the hook for the decision.  Biting her lip, she reached down and pulled
the beach drape over her head.

	If I was making a porn video, she would have had a pair of monster
augmented jugs on her chest, pointing straight out like a couple of rounds
from an artillery piece -- and almost as firm.  Welcome to the real world; she
sported a pair of somewhat shapeless B to C cup breasts that appeared to have
slid down her chest just a bit.  The initial assessment I got was brief,
though, because once that drape was off she was in a tearing hurry to get down
into the water.  I shifted to my right so she had somewhere to go once she got
down the ladder and she headed for the point opposite, going neck deep as soon
as she could -- which was a bit hard, since when you sat down properly the
water topped out at about nipple level.

	I shifted my attention to the guy as he followed her down the steps.
Why?  Because continued challenge kept the ball in his court, and that was
where I wanted it.  That being the case, I made sure they got equal time; I
didn't ogle her any more than I eyed him -- and I kept the poker face that
said, "You guys don't have the guts..."

	The first solid response to this I got was that he pulled her onto his
lap.  This thoroughly defeated her attempts to hide her breasts, but she
didn't fight it.  Even I could tell from how her eyes widened that he had
pressed an erection against the crack of her ass.  He also neatly scotched any
effort on her part to cover her breasts with her hands by trapping her arms
with the arm he drew her onto his lap with.  Given the options of fighting her
man and making a scene and showing me her breasts, she chose the latter,
blushing as I made a point of examining them.

	Having delivered the situation solidly into male control, I sat back
to await developments.  They weren't long in coming; leaning up to eye me, he
whispered in her ear for a moment -- and she relaxed and settled back against
him, the tension seeping out of her.  From her reaction, I could pretty much
guess what he told her -- something on the order of, "He's right, you know.
It's more fun this way."  Of COURSE they wanted witnesses -- else why bother
to wander down here to have sex in a public place?  Once she got past that
admission, then the REAL fun began.  Settling back, she even smiled a little
and took the opportunity to arch her back a bit.  The game was on, now, fully
-- she was in exhibitionist mode.  I smiled just a bit to encourage further
activity.

	Watching me, he reached around her to collect a breast and maul the
nipple; both of her areolas were crinkled masses and she was showing a half-
inch of Number One HB pencil eraser-sized nipples -- not your standard stuff,
but the big ones on the fat pencils that first-graders use.  In the process,
he freed her arms; that fight was over.  She sucked in air through distended
nostrils and put her head back into the juncture of his head and shoulder.  I
nodded appreciatively, congratulating him on his control of things -- even
though we both knew that I had opened the door.

	This went on for a couple of minutes.  She watched me watch him play
with her titties through lowered lids, while he watched me to see how far he
could go before I attempted to get in on things.  I knew that this wasn't the
point where I could invite myself yet, though -- they weren't committed, yet,
even though they WERE standing in the doorway.  No, they needed to be farther
along...

	I pretended not to notice when her hand went between her legs, knowing
that if I failed to react, she could kid herself that I hadn't seen it or the
subsequent movements of her arm that said she was masturbating.  Instead, I
eyed him, letting HIM know I knew with a quirk of my lips.  He grinned;
suddenly, we were a conspiracy.  The alliances had shifted; it was now male
against female.  Now all we had to do was wait until she was too aroused to
argue and we could step things up -- and she was doing a good deal of THAT
work herself!

	When she started backing her ass into his crotch rhythmically, it was
time to move on.  He whispered in her ear momentarily, got a nod while she
watched me warily, then he gently shifted her to a position beside him.  Then
he made adjustments under the water and his trunks surfaced, to be placed
nonchalantly on the spa edge and worked under a towel, one-handed.

	"Now you," he murmured.  It was the first thing he'd said in a while
loud enough for me to hear.  Watching me like a hawk, the woman went through
the gyrations necessary to remove her suit bottoms under water, then did as
her man had, hiding them under her beach cover.  That done, she returned to
his lap, being careful about how she settled there.  What he did with his hand
was a dead giveaway, though; he was holding his cock down so she could sit
with it in her crotch as she settled onto his lap.  They weren't fucking yet,
but they were going to.

	I know what you're thinking -- "Okay, NOW you get out of your trunks,
too, right?"

	Wrong.  It was still too early.  I would have been inviting myself,
and while it would have been more difficult, it would still have been possible
for them to disengage -- and it would have been irritating enough to them that
the guy might even decide to take a swing at me for messing things up.  No, it
was time to settle back and wait for them to move things to the next level.
The most I could do -- and I did it -- was to smile encouragement, settling
back and relaxing and watching.

	The woman eyed me, smiling, having called my bluff.  She was fully
into the situation, now, and actively demonstrating how brave she was.  I
encouraged this by smiling a little sheepishly, letting her think she had the
upper hand.  This egged her on; she started being more obvious about what she
was doing, which at this point was holding her man's cock against her pussy
while she slid back and forth on it.  They were dry-humping, technically --
but in a VERY wet environment...

	This didn't last long; they were both hot and he was hard and it
wasn't as if he hadn't been there before.  There was no good reason to fool
around too much, so after less than a minute she raised herself a bit, fumbled
with her hand to position his probe at her opening, and settled onto him,
grinning triumphantly.

	Water IS wet --but it isn't necessarily the perfect lubricant, by any
stretch.  I watched them discover this and work through it.  I'd done this
when I was younger and I knew that the up-side was that he could feel every
fold of her inner lining.  In a pool, the down-side would have been water
temperature -- but here in the spa they sidestepped that problem neatly.  The
initial surprise over with, she began rising and falling on his cock, enjoying
my discomfort.

	...Except that I wasn't REALLY that uncomfortable.  On the other hand,
the time had come when I could move my end forward; they were now fully
engaged.  It was unrealistic for them to expect me to do nothing at this point
-- in fact her eyes challenged me to react.  I did as expected, sliding a hand
under water to rub my stiffened cock, which pleased them both no end -- her in
particular.

	Having cleared that hurdle, I moved on to the next; I worked my way
out of my trunks and placed them with my other clothing and my towel.  The
woman absolutely loved this; having demonstrated that she was a sexual animal,
she wanted to be considered desirable -- and watching me play with myself
while she fucked her man was the confirmation that she desired.  I became more
and more obvious about it, knowing that she wasn't going to be pretending to
be grossed out by it at this point -- and she wasn't; instead, she watched me
with avid eyes.

	I stood, leaning back against the side of the spa, which left me fully
exposed, jacking my meat.  She loved it, watching me while she bounced up and
down on her lover's lap, holding her breasts to keep them from jiggling too
much.  After a bit, she went from just holding her breasts to cupping them for
presentation, a clear tease.  I reacted to it, smiling, but it was time to
check back with her old man; either he was going to let me call her bluff or
he wasn't.  I was pretty safe at this point; if he was going to be jealous and
possessive, we shouldn't have gotten to that point, but you never know...
Watching him, I made the move to get vertical and close the distance; he
didn't freak, so I slowly moved forward until she was within reach.

	She surrendered her breasts to me immediately, dropping both hands to
my hard-on to service it while I cupped her breasts and worked her nipples.
She was seriously agitated; she leaned forward and grunted, "Kiss me!"  I
flicked a glance at her lover for confirmation, leaned in and tried to match
her bounce.  Her lips opened on contact and I drove my tongue into her mouth
-- and she threw a cum, right then and there.

	Now, in case you didn't get it before, this was not a babe; she wasn't
beautiful, by any means.  The breasts and the hair I've already described; add
a bit of a belly and some cellulite dimples on thick thighs, a receding
chin... I could go on.  But she was excited -- and that made her exciting!
Young guys sometimes miss this -- or they take it in context and don't really
surface it as a life lesson:  What you'll look at and call a babe and what
you'll fuck are two vastly different things.  There are a ton of reasons for
this, but the biggest one is that if YOU think she's a babe, so do a zillion
other guys and the line is just too long.  On the other hand a chick who shows
an active willingness to fuck will get your attention even while you're
telling your buddies what a skank she is and how you wouldn't fuck her with
their dicks.  We're just not wired to pass up pussy -- and we're not wired to
walk away when a woman is getting off right in front of us.  Add a hand on
your dick, and I KNOW you're not going anywhere!  And so, neither was I....

	She tried to suck my tongue out by the roots while drifting here and
there, supported by her old man while her arms and legs didn't work very well,
interspersed with moaning into my mouth.  Oh, it was VERY clear that she'd hit
her peak!  My cock got stone hard, but the action was still at one remove...

	In a bit, she got control of herself and backed away from the kiss,
then propped her head on my shoulder and gasped in my ear, "Pull them... twist
them... hurt them..." adding, "God, that's good..." when I did as she asked
and mauled her nipples. In the meantime, she was jerking me off to beat the
band.  "This is sooo hot!" she gasped.  I was eye to eye with her old man, but
he was busy, too, getting off on the whole thing, fucking up into her to beat
the band, the look on his face distant as he watched his nut approach through
his mind's eye.

	She had magic hands; no doubt I'd have shot all over her stomach if
the water hadn't interfered.  As it was, I enjoyed it a lot, caught up as I
was in their excitement.  We all went a couple of minutes without changing
much, her alternating between sucking on my neck and panting and moaning in
pleasure while she massaged my cock.  I could tell that she was approaching
another cum when she started panting hard and gasped, "Crush them!  Tear them
off!"

	I felt bad about it, but I'd seen this before, so I clamped down on
her nipples as hard as I could.  She gave out a wail and bit my neck and was
off again, jouncing and gasping and making happy grunts -- and squeezing the
living shit out of my cock!  I bore it as best I could; her old man tried to
be sympathetic, but he was pretty busy, so his, "You all right?" was pretty
distant.  I nodded and he forgot me, basically -- which made sense, since he
was next in line to get a nut.  We went about another minute and he gathered
himself and doubled up on her for half a dozen strokes, then started grunting,
red-faced -- and we both knew he was done.

	At that point, the world started leaking back into out little bubbling
bubble.  The woman started it by looking up and freezing in shock.  "Oh,
shit!"  Then she giggled...

	It was all happening behind me, so I turned to look.  The pool area
shared a glass wall with the exercise center; there had been some thirty-
something chick in there on a treadmill trying to walk off her saddlebags for
fifteen or twenty minutes before the couple had joined me in the Jacuzzi.  She
was still there, walking -- except she had her head cranked around a hundred
and twenty degrees so she could watch us with big eyes.

	Sometimes you just have to go with the flow; I smiled and waved -- and
she turned away, obviously embarrassed.

	"Come on, Baby, get up..." the guy muttered, and the woman did so --
but she didn't let go of my cock, which I considered a good sign.  I hung
close, making it unnecessary for her to remove her hand -- hey, do I LOOK
stupid?

	She turned to her man and solidified things, telling him, "We owe him
-- or at least, I do."

	The guy looked a little surprised.  "Are you sure?"  The woman looked
a little diffident, but she nodded.  He turned to me and shrugged, asking,
"You want to go up to our room?"

	This was no time to make a show of thinking about it -- but I had a
flash.  "Since we're doing the spa experience, why don't we try the sauna?"

	The woman had this 'deer in the headlights' look as she asked,
"There's a sauna?"

	"Well, there's one off the men's locker room," I replied, proud of the
fact that I'd done a thorough reconnaissance.  "There's probably one in the
ladies', too, but that would kind of defeat the purpose if we split up by
sex..." I grinned.  "Besides, there is as little traffic in there as there is
in here -- but there is always the possibility that someone will happen along
and spice things up..."

	She giggled, and I knew she was sold; one look at him and I knew he
was, too, but he said, "Which one, then?"

	"Better do ours," I replied.  "If a woman happens on us, she'll likely
scream."

	"Okay."  That was our woman, agreeing -- and since she was the one who
would have to explain why she was in the men's lockers, her vote carried.

	"Follow me," I said, and we gathered up our discarded clothing and
wrapping ourselves in spa towels (the woman using two, one above and one
below), we headed for the men's locker room.  The route caused us to pass
through the exercise center; the woman with the saddlebags watched us owlishly
as we passed through.  I smiled back at her pleasantly and we proceeded to the
men's locker room as if nothing whatever was amiss.

	"Why do you think they separated the saunas?" the woman asked while I
turned on the lights, timers, and such to get the thing going.

	"Probably because by convention people usually get frog naked to go in
-- or just use a towel," I replied, grinning, knowing that I was adding to the
forbidden excitement.  Both she and her man grinned back.

	We didn't fart around and get social -- we were there to fuck -- and
maybe get caught doing it.  Whatshername, (I never found out what it was),
spread a towel on the wooden bench, climbed up on it, and looked back at me
expectantly.  We weren't there for foreplay, either -- everybody was warmed
up.  I took the hint and knelt up behind her, one leg on the bench, and nosed
my cock into her puffy pussy.  There was no problem getting in.

	She was loud -- deliberately, I think.  After her second bout of
screams, her man stuck his dick in her mouth to keep her quiet -- she seemed
to like that.  He got to maul her nipples and fuck her face while I handled
the 'tough' job...

	It was good pussy -- I fucked and fucked and fucked and I enjoyed the
living Hell out of it.  I TOLD you that looking and fucking are two different
things!  Another issue that arises in connection with this is that a less than
Grade A looking chick usually fucks better; she appreciates the attention and
she shows it.  In my experience, Grade A looking stuff only LOOKS good -- they
tend to ride their looks and don't deliver on any other dimension -- AND they
cost you an arm and a leg...  Anyway, the upshot was that this was probably
the only time in her life that Whatshername was going to be serviced by two
men -- and she was making the most of it -- to my benefit!  When the time
came, after an extremely satisfying fuck, I blew a HUGE load in her twat, then
soaked my dick in her while her old man finished up in her mouth.

	They got organized after that pretty quickly; she collected her stuff
and bent to kiss me, eyes shining.  "That was GREAT!" she exclaimed.  "Thank
you!  That was even better than either of us imagined, I think!"

	I was suitably gracious and suitably bashful -- not out of any fakery,
I really AM bashful -- and I stood there waving as the pair of them departed,
wrapped in towels and carrying their bathing gear.  Then I went back inside
and plopped my naked ass on the bench to relax and enjoy the aftermath of a
pretty decent experience.

	About five minutes went by, then I heard this "Helloooo..."  I was
still trying to decide whether to respond when a face appeared at the window
in the sauna door.  I recognized the face; it belonged to the chick on the
treadmill -- the one with the saddlebags she was trying to walk off.  Her
eyeballs lit on my still-gooey dick and devoured it, then the door popped
open.  "What were you guys doing?" she asked breathlessly, glancing around
before closing the sauna door behind her.

	"Come on, Honey," I retorted, "You know what we were doing!"

	"Here?"  Obviously, she was getting off on the whole thing.

	"Yes, here," I replied, standing.  "You're overdressed -- this is a
naked sauna."  I reached for the zipper of her track suit.

	The sauna was too hot and she was already sweaty from her workout, so
we ended up adjourning to her room to fuck.  Don't tell me that chicks who are
traveling don't look for strange dick; generally, they're too chicken to find
it, though.  Alicia certainly WOULD have been, without the encouragement of
the anonymous couple!  As for the saddlebags, well, sometimes a big ass enjoys
a big dick -- I rode that shit off and on for three days -- including in the
Jacuzzi...