Message-ID: <47574asstr$1082664602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.news.pas.earthlink.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: 57bc646b!not-for-mail From: Magi <baner1@earthlink.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <ibnf80tg4991q36mtsp5rc9fmat36ddt8c@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2004 07:58:24 PDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2004 14:58:24 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story Chapter 54 Lines: 630 Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2004 16:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47574> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw CHAPTER 54 The next few days passed quickly. I talked with Dad about using the plane, and he said it was okay. It's only about two hundred and fifty air miles to Las Vegas, but I hadn't flown it by myself before, so I had to listen to him tell me about the trip. He made me study the chart, and the next time we talked, he asked questions, to see if I'd paid attention. I got Amy and Mom alone, and asked them if they felt okay without me around. I was a little embarrassed when I said it, because I thought they might tease me for trying to act like the "Man of the House." But they surprised me by thanking me for my concern, and saying seriously, that if they needed me, I was only a short flight away. Karen stopped me at school, and told me that her dad said our STD tests came back fine. She assured me she was on the pill, and we talked a little about unprotected sex. It was sort of embarrassing, so we didn't dwell on it, but secretly, I was looking forward to being with her without a condom. She asked me a hundred times where we were going. I kept making up silly stories about overnight camping in the sewer system, and hitchhiking trips to Alaska. President's Day is a three-day holiday, with Monday off. I had the room booked for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, so I told Karen we were leaving right after school on Friday. On Wednesday, she threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't give her a hint what to wear. I told her to pack light. Dress casual, but to bring one nice outfit, and a bathing suit. The bathing suit threw her. It's a little too cool this time of year to go into the ocean around here, so she peppered me with questions about where she was going to wear it. I told her we were going to a place that had public steam baths. Thursday night, I was in my room, putting my stuff together. I grabbed the two, one-hundred-dollar chips that Brandy had given me, and stuck them in my wallet. A little later, Amy tapped on the door. She came in and sat on the bed, watching me. She seemed down, so I asked her, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I just talked to my mother. She's not doing well." It startled me for a minute, until I realized that she was talking about her biological mother. I put my arms around her and held her. She snuggled against me, and after a while, she said, "She's going downhill Pete. I don't think she'll be around much longer." There wasn't really anything I could say with words, so I just continued holding her. Finally, I asked, "Are you okay with me being gone for a few days?" "Uh huh. I'll miss you, though." "Does it bother you that I'm going with Karen?" "A little. But Karen is a nice girl, and you'll have a good time." Amy left a few minutes later, but what she said bothered me. If she went away with someone, I would be more than a little bothered. I realized then, that she and I had played this game long enough. We were going to have to make a decision about our relationship. * * * * * Thursday, after work, I gave our plane a going-over. Dad keeps it in good shape, so there wasn't much to do beyond the routine prep that any good pilot performs. As I was cleaning the windshield, I began to get excited about the trip. I had flown to Vegas with the family before, but never as "Pilot-in-command." Plus, Karen and I hadn't actually been together all that much, and I started really looking forward to the time I would be spending with her. In our plane, it's a little over a two-hour flight if there are no head winds. Sunset this time of year is around six PM. The air route between LA and Las Vegas flies over a lightly populated area, and it's very black at night. I don't mind flying at night, but I was afraid that Karen might not like it, so I knew that if we wanted to get to Las Vegas while it was still light, we should leave no later than three-thirty. It would be best if we skipped our last class. So I reminded myself to get a note from Mom, and have Karen get one, too. While I was at the field, I checked with Flight Service. The weekend looked okay. Calm winds and unlimited visibility on Friday. A chance of rain showers in the Vegas area on Saturday. But clearing in the evening, and a nice day on tap for Sunday. That was fine with me. I don't mind flying in the rain, but I figured we would be on the ground Saturday anyway, and the trip home looked fine. I called the helpful lady at the hotel, and told her we'd be there Friday, between five-thirty and six. She asked if we were flying commercial, and when I said that we'd be in our own plane, she asked for our plane's tail numbers. Friday Karen stopped me a bunch of times at school. I had never seen her so excited, and she kept pestering me about where we were going. I was getting a kick out of teasing her, and once, when I passed her in the hallway, I said, "I just checked the weather; there's a hurricane blowing. Do you have a lot of hair spray?" There were some girls with her, and as I continued walking, I could her excitedly telling them what was going on. I met her coming down the hallway at the time we were supposed to leave. The next-to-last class had just let out, and she was with some of her friends. When she saw me, she ran to me and laid a big kiss on me. Then she waved to her friends, put her arm around my waist, and we walked outside. It was obvious that it was a show for her girlfriends, and when we got to her car, I asked, "What's going on here?" "I'll tell you later. What's the plan now?" She had told me last night that she was packed, but I asked again, "Are you sure you're ready to go?" "Yes, yes, yes! Now, tell me where we're going before I kick your ass!" I broke away, laughing, and replied, "I'll be at your house in thirty minutes. Be standing outside, ready to go, or I'm leaving without you." She gave me the finger, and jumped into her car. I hurried home and grabbed my stuff; then I went inside the front house. Mom was lying on the couch when I came in. She patted a place next to her; then she hugged me and said, "I'm not going to tell you to be careful flying, because I know you're a good pilot. All I'm going to say is, we'll miss you. Have a good time, and come back safely." * * * * * Karen was standing on the front steps when I got to her house, and so was her father. He carried her bag to the car, then he kissed her and held the car door for her. She got in and her Dad watched us as we drove off. She immediately started pestering me about where we were going, but I didn't answer her. I was thinking about something that had just occurred to me. I'd gone away with girls before. I went to Bakersfield with Sam, but it was before we were dating. Then I went with her to Mexico, but my folks were along. I went away with Kristen, but she was older, and she had traveled a lot. This time, I was with a girl my own age, and I was completely responsible for her. It was a kind of strange feeling. But it felt kinda good. I was brought out of my reverie by a sharp pain. She had hit me on the arm, and was glaring at me. "Ow! What was that for?" "You're ignoring me, that's what. Dammit! I want to know where we're going!" Her house is not far from the airport. I grinned and said, "It's a surprise. Can you hold on for five more minutes?" She crossed her arms, got a petulant look on her face, and plopped down in her seat. Van Nuys airport is situated right in the middle of San Fernando Valley. It's a huge airport, with two active runways. In terms of take-offs and landings, it's one of the busiest airports in the country. But, one and two story commercial buildings surround it, and you can't see the runways from the ground until you're almost on top of them. So even from one street away, you can hardly tell you're near an airport. I drove down a side street; turned into an access road, and only seconds later, we were weaving our way through parked airplanes. Karen gasped and said, "Pete! What are we doing here?" I didn't answer her until I pulled up to the fence next to our plane. As I got out, I said, "Come on, young lady; your chariot awaits." She got out, and stood with her mouth open when I opened the doors to the plane and started loading our bags. When I finished with the bags, I locked the car, and removed all the plane's tie-downs. When I looked at her, she was still standing there watching me, so I picked her up in my arms, carried her to the plane, and slid her into the passenger's seat. I got in, started the engine, and was letting it warm up, when she finally stuttered, "Uhh, P-Pete, what's going on here?" I pretended that I didn't know what she meant, by looking innocently at her and saying, "Gee, Karen, what do you mean? You said you wanted to go away with me, didn't you?" Without waiting for her to answer, I picked up the microphone and asked ground-control for taxi clearance to the runway. They immediately cleared me, and as I reached for the throttle, she cried, "Pete! What are you doing? Whose plane is this? Do you know how to fly?!" "Sure, I read all about it at lunch today. I noticed that this plane had keys in it. I'm sure the owner won't mind." I had started taxiing toward the runway when she screamed, "Peeeet!" Dad has a registration card with our name on it, clipped to the sun visor. I pulled it off and handed it to her. The flight was fantastic. The air was smooth, and the fields of winter citrus below us were brilliant green. We passed over the field at Cantil, and I pointed it out to Karen. I noticed that the hangers were coming along nicely. It looked like the field would be up-and-running before long. The best part of the trip was watching Karen. She had her nose glued to the window the whole way, constantly pointing at things, and asking me questions about what they were, and where we were. At one point, when the air was exceptionally smooth, I trimmed the plane out, and told her to put her hands on the controls. She looked at me with a pained expression; then she gingerly touched the wheel. I showed her how minor control inputs affected the plane, and after a few minutes, I put my hands in my lap. It wasn't long before she got the hang of it, and kept the plane going, more or less the right direction, and, at close to the correct altitude. She started grinning, and after a while, it looked like her face was frozen that way. We must have had a slight tailwind, because it was less than two hours later when I spotted and radioed Las Vegas Tower. When you call a tower for landing, you preface each conversation with the tail numbers of your plane. It lets them know which plane they're talking to. The hotel must have told them we were coming, because after we landed, I pulled onto a taxiway, and I was about to switch to ground control for directions where to park, when a van with a big "Follow Me" sign painted on it, pulled in front of us. I followed it to a parking area near the terminal. Two guys jumped out, and one of them pointed to a set of tie-downs. After I shut the plane off, he opened my door and said, "Welcome Mr. Baker. I'll secure the plane for you." Then he went around and helped Karen from her seat. The other guy put our bags on a cart, and we followed him into the terminal. I arranged to have the plane gassed up. Then I asked how much the tie down charge would be. The attendant told me, "Oh, that's taken care of by the hotel. Have a seat, sir; the limousine will be here shortly." Karen had been awfully quiet since we landed. When we sat down, she looked around and said, "Las Vegas, huh?" "Yup. Have you been here before?" "Sure, with Dad, but never in a small plane, and never like this." I grinned, and said to her; "You ain't seen nothin, yet." Just then, a guy in a chauffeur's uniform came up to us and asked, "Mr. Baker?" I nodded, and he led us to a shiny limousine. He loaded our bags; then he drove us to one of the Miracle hotel's side entrances. The driver must have called ahead, because there was a porter and a guy in a suit standing there. The suit said, "Welcome to the Miracle, Mr. Baker; please follow me." He took us up to a suite on the same floor where we had stayed before, and handed us each a room key/card, along with some brochures showing what was going on in town, and asked us if we would like to dine in the hotel this evening. I mentioned the steak house I remembered from when we were here last; then I asked about a fabulous show I had heard about. It was an R-rated, circus-like show, all done under water, and the tickets were supposed to be almost impossible to get. He said, "Of course, sir. Shall I put you down for the eleven PM show this evening?" I nodded, but before I could say anything, the porter showed up. The suit wished us a good time, said he would arrange for dinner at eight o'clock, and he excused himself. The porter hung up our clothes; then he headed for the door. Karen cleared her throat to get my attention. When I looked at her, she was making a rubbing motion with her fingers to indicate that I should tip him. I just raised an eyebrow, in what I figured was a superior manner, and shook my head. As soon as the door closed, she said, "You don't even tip these guys?" "Not here." "Okay, Smart Guy, I'm impressed! Tell me what the FUCK is going on? Did you hit the lottery or something?" I put on as innocent a face as I could manage, and replied, "Why no, I just told them I was coming here with the most beautiful girl in the world. As soon as I mentioned it was you, they agreed to roll out the red carpet." She stood there looking at me, as I picked up the phone to call home and tell them we were safely here. Karen did the same. Then she scolded her dad for not telling her where we were going, and that we were flying in a small plane. She was smiling when she said it, though. Then there were a few minutes of silence, and her expression changed to one of surprise. She thanked him, told him she loved him, and hung up. I asked, "What's the matter?" There were tears in her eyes when she answered. "It's my dad. He told me that I was a young woman now, and that he loved me. He said a bunch of great things about respecting me and trusting me. He promised he would be the dad I wanted and deserved, as long as I needed him. My dad and I don't talk much. This was amazing and wonderful." She seemed to want to be quiet for a minute, so I went to the service bar and opened a bottle of Champagne. The sun had just set, and the lights of the strip made a fantastic contrast against the black of the sky. It almost looked like a video game. We sat quietly, enjoying the Champagne, until finally she said, "Okay, I have know what's going on here. Are you gonna tell me?" "All right, but first, you tell me what was happening when you laid that lip-lock on me in the hallway at school today." "What's the matter, didn't you like it?" "Of course I did, but you're evading the issue." She grinned at me, then snuggled against me. "You don't have any idea who you are, do you! You're the best-looking guy in school, and you're the one most people talk about. Every guy is jealous, and every girl would like to date you. I get a big kick out of letting them know that I'm one of the girls you go out with." I kissed her on top of the head, and said, "Thank you, but there are better looking guys than me, at school. And I'm not going out with any other girls!" "Not now, but before long a 'Ten' will come along, and you will." "Why do you say that? You ARE a ten. You're smart, beautiful, poised, and wonderful to be with. You're everything a guy could want!" "No, Pete. Thank you, but I'm not a Ten. I'm a pretty girl with a nice shape. But I'm not in the same league as the girls you've dated." She started to say more, but I grabbed her and kissed her. Then I said, "I don't care what you say. For this weekend, you're my Ten. Now, let's get cleaned up for dinner. I'll tell you what this is all about while we're eating." After individual trips to the bathroom, and quick hair combs, we started for the door. Karen had put on a different blouse. The color suited her, and she looked very pretty. So pretty; in fact, that I realized that I was staring at her. When she saw me she, she blushed and said, "C'mon, we're gonna be late." Another couple joined us in the hallway, and we waited for the elevator together. The guy was about thirty, and kind of heavy-set. He kept sneaking glances at Karen, until I stepped between them and stared at him. The girl was a little younger, and very pretty. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, and the bulge of her tits was amazing. It didn't look like she was wearing a bra. You couldn't see through the material of the blouse, but you could see the bumps her nipples made. However, the bumps were sort of lumpy looking. She was wearing a lot of jewelry, including large diamond earrings and a huge wedding ring. She saw the glances her husband was giving Karen, and she frowned at him. He saw the frown, but he didn't seem to care. The two were obviously staying in one of the other suites on our floor, and I wondered who they were. We got off the elevator at the same time, and walked together to the restaurant. We were first at the hostess table, and when I gave her my name, she quickly said, "Your table is ready Mr. Baker," and seated us. When she went back to the other couple, there were a few loud words. I saw the guy point to us, and he seemed upset. I don't know what was said, but I saw the hostess point them toward the bar. The waiter tried to hand us menus, but I waved them away and asked Karen, "May I order for you?" She nodded, so I ordered giant lobster dinners for each of us. The waiter said, "Yes sir, now what about dessert?" "What do you recommend?" "Shall I surprise you?" "Sure, that'll be great!" The waiter left, and Karen said, "Pete, this is driving me crazy. I've been in this restaurant with Dad. You could buy a small car for what you just spent on dinner." "Nothing is too good for my Ten." "Enough bullshit, Pete. Tell me what's going on." I started by telling her about what happened with the magician and why everything was on the house; then I went into how Kristen got her start here. Karen kept shaking her head in amazement, and asking questions along the way. A lot of things happened while we were here at New Year's Eve, but much of it didn't have anything to do with why we were able to be at the hotel, so my explanation didn't take that long. And after I brought things up to date, I stopped and sat back. Karen seemed to be thinking about what I told her, so I looked around us. The fact that I was back in Las Vegas, made me think about the things I didn't mention. I thought of beautiful, exotic Lu, and the time we made love. I thought of Kristen's rich friends. I pictured Brandy, dancing nude in front of a room full of people, and I could almost see her tiger tattoo. Thinking about it, I started to get hard. Then I thought about Nell, and what happened later, and I got even harder. So I deliberately switched my mind to pudgy little Dolly, and how she looked when she handed me the note with her phone number on it, in case I wanted to 'Talk'. I even thought about Bobby, the skinny hooker. I wondered if she still worked in the sex shop. I was brought out of my reverie when the waiter started bringing our dinner. It was wonderful. The lobsters were so big it looked like they should have saddles on them, and Karen and I dug in. About twenty minutes after we were seated, I saw the couple we had come in with, being seated at a table across the room from us. They both glanced at us as they came through the door, and they didn't seem happy. The hostess seated the guy with his back to us, but the girl could see us and she kept looking at us while we ate. Karen barely made a dent in her lobster, and even I couldn't finish mine, so they took them away, and a minute later, the waiter rolled a cart over to us. There were two little covered silver pans, sitting on top of lighted candles. Next to them were two large silver goblets, and in the middle there was an ornate silver bucket. He took off the top of the bucket, and ladled out huge scoops of ice cream into the goblets. Then he uncovered one of the pans, and spooned a mound of heated cherries on top of the ice cream. Finally, he took the other pan and drizzled some warm liquid over the top of everything, and he LIT IT! Both goblets burst into flame, and every person in the place looked at us. Even the guy from the elevator looked around. The waiter put a lid on each goblet to put out the flames, and we started into the most delicious dessert I ever tasted. A few minutes later, we were sitting back patting our bellies and groaning, when a voice said, "Hi Pete." I looked around, and there was a big guy standing there. I stared at him for a minute; then I suddenly realized that it was the hotel guy who'd caught Lu and I in the room together. He was holding two foil-wrapped things that were made up to look like ducks. I said, "Uhh, Hi." "Here are your lobsters. Would you sign this, please?" He handed me a note that said, "Thanks for staying at the Miracle, and enjoying our complimentary fare." There were no prices on it, just a place to sign, so I scribbled my name on it. He thanked us and walked away, but I noticed he took a good look at Karen. I wondered if he would tell his friend, and whether the friend would contact Kristen and tell her about Karen and me. After dinner, we went to the room and put the "ducks" into the little refrigerator. It was still early, so we sat with our arms around each other, and looked out the windows for a while. Las Vegas is an amazing place. It's exciting just being here. The millions of lights have a lot to do with it, but there's more. It makes you want to pack as many things as you can, into the time you're here. I was thinking about that, when I suddenly realized that I was holding a beautiful girl, and I began kissing Karen. Soon, I was getting excited, and she must have been affected as well, because, the kissing turned into what I heard the teachers at school call, "Heavy Petting." It would have progressed beyond that, If Karen hadn't jumped up and said, "Plenty of time for this later. We have to get to the show." I stopped by the casino on the way out and cashed one of Brandy's casino chips. And as we walked to the front entrance to get a taxi, there was a poster, advertising Mason Barlow. Apparently, the broken jaw had healed, and he was a headliner again. Suddenly I thought of Amy, passed out on his bed with her shirt open, and I immediately got angry. I think if he had walked up right then, I would have hit him again. We caught a taxi to the hotel where the water show was playing. We got there a half-hour early, and there was already a long line. Karen said, "Gee, I hope we can get in." I walked her to the VIP line and gave them my name. Right away, they took us in and seated us. The show was an extravaganza of acrobatic diving and circus acts, all done in and out of a giant pool. The men all looked like swimsuit models, and were wearing nothing but bikini style speedos that barely covered their 'packages.' The girls were all gorgeous and through the first half of the show, they had on skimpy, one-piece bathing suits. Then there was a musical number, with a lot of lights and spraying fountains. For this one, the girls came out topless. They were wearing only bikini bottoms that left almost nothing to your imagination. Most of the scenes in the show centered around one couple. She was drop-dead gorgeous, while he was handsome and very athletic. When she came out topless, there was a gasp from the audience. All she had on was a thong bottom that barely covered anything. They danced together and swam to the music together, and every guy in the audience was hoping for the thong to catch on something, and fall off. The finale was unbelievable. All the swimmers left the stage except the couple. They went into an erotic swim/dance, and it looked as though he was making love to her under water. There were bubbles and water jets going off everywhere, and as the music built to a crescendo, they ripped off each other's bottoms. For a split-second, they were completely nude. He took her in his arms and kissed her; then they swirled slowly under water. Fountains erupted everywhere, the underwater lights went out, and the house lights came on. It was a VERY sexy finish, and as everyone stood up to leave, a lot of guys were trying to hide erections. Karen and I were walking toward the exit, when she said, "Damn! That was hot!" I agreed, and pulled her in front of me so the bulge in my pants wouldn't show. She felt it, and pushed her butt against me. We were standing in line in front of the casino, waiting for a cab to take us back to our hotel. It was starting to get cold out, so I reached for Karen to put my arms around her, and I noticed the couple from our hotel. We had brought jackets, but they were still dressed like they were in the restaurant, and they looked uncomfortable. So, when our taxi pulled up before theirs did, I called to them and asked, "You going back to the hotel?" He nodded, so I said, "C'mon, ride in with us." They looked a little surprised, but they came over to the cab. Karen got in the back seat first, I slid in next to her, and the girl got in next to me. The guy got in front, and as the taxi pulled away, I could feel the girl shivering. So I took off my jacket and put it over her. Her teeth were chattering when she stuttered, "Oh God! T-T-Thank you. I was freezing." The guy in the front turned around and stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Bob Taylor, and this is my wife Jan." It was obvious that he had been drinking. He slurred his words a little, and I could smell his breath. I don't know why, but I decided to have some fun. I shook his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Pete Baker..." Then I looked over at Karen, winked and said, "And this is my wife, Karen." Karen raised an eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. Bob said, "You two look young. How long have you been married? Karen and I were still looking at each other. I grinned and said, "Uhh, three years. How about you guys?" "Two years. We're from Chicago, how about you?" I turned to him, "Los Angeles. Is this your first trip to Los Vegas?" "No, we got married here. We come here a lot." We pulled into our hotel, and as we were riding up the elevator to our rooms, Bob said to me, "It's still early. Do you want to do something relaxing?" "Like what?" "Less go the swimming pool and grab a Grotto. I made a reservation before we left, for grotto number three. We can soak in the spa and have a drink. It's more fun with four people." I looked at Karen, and she shrugged, so I said, "Okay! We'll meet you there in fifteen minutes." I knew about the Grottos; that's why I had asked Karen to bring her bathing suit. Plus, I was kind of wired, so the hot tub sounded perfect. We dashed into the room and Karen went into the bathroom. I got undressed and I was starting to step into my trunks when Karen came out of the bathroom, nude. I watched her go to her suitcase to get her suit, and she looked fantastic. She was right. She didn't have the drop-dead body of a Kristen, or a Sam, or even an Amy. She isn't as pretty; she's shorter, her breasts are smaller, and she doesn't move with their grace. But something about her was tremendously sexy. She has an almost 'homespun' look about her. She somehow looks "safe, and warm," and suddenly, I wanted to take her in my arms and make love to her. I started toward her, and she looked up at me. We were in each other's arm in an instant. My cock was pressing against her belly, and a second later, she jumped up on me, and I was inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, and we began kissing. It was wonderful being inside her without a condom between us. She was so tight against me, I couldn't move in and out, but it didn't matter. She was as hot as I was, and her pussy seemed to want to swallow my cock. We staggered up against a wall, and stood there kissing. She began moaning. Suddenly, I could feel her pussy get extra hot, and her body started to shake. One of us, it may have been me, uttered a long groan and we both came. We had never stopped kissing, but we stopped moving for a minute and I just held her. As I started to come down from my orgasm, my legs began to shake. So, still glued to Karen, I stepped back and we collapsed onto the couch, with her on top of me. We lay that way for a few minutes. I had my eyes closed and I was actually enjoying her weight on me, when she began whispering, "Oh God, Pete. I don't ever remember being so horny. That was perfect. It's what I always wanted lovemaking to be like. "But it was over almost before it started. Are you sure you're, uhh, satisfied?" "Oh yes, and the night is still young, isn't it?" The thought of what she said excited me. I was still inside her, and I started to move around, but she rolled off me and stood up. My cock was still pretty hard, and it was sticking up in the air. She dropped on it and began sucking and licking it. Soon, it was rock hard again, and I reached for her. She laughed and jumped up. Then I watched with surprise, as she stood there with an interested look on her face, and licked her lips. She raised an eyebrow and said, "I taste pretty good, don't I?" "Yes, you do. But you've tasted yourself before." "I know, but it tasted different the last time we were together." "I think it has something to do with what you've eaten." I grinned and commented, "Maybe lobster is good for you." She grinned back and said, "No, you're good for me!" She kissed the head of my cock again, and ran for the bathroom. She had just licked me clean, and I knew we were going to be in the hot tub in a minute, so I pulled on my bathing suit. I was sitting there thinking about what she said, when she came back in the room. She was wearing a bikini, and busy putting her hair in a beret, when I asked, "Have you, uhh, ever tasted another woman?" She cocked her head at me, and said, "No, I haven't. Clair tried to talk me into some stuff, but I was always afraid to try." "Afraid of what?" "I don't know. Afraid of her, I guess. As you know, she can get pretty crazy sometimes." The thought of her and Clair together, suddenly turned me on, and I started toward her. She grinned and held up her hand. "I know that look. We have plenty of time for that. We have to meet the Taylors." We threw on some T-shirts, and headed downstairs. The swimming room is a huge place, and it's all indoors. The pool is Olympic in length, and even has the racing lines in the bottom. They obviously have swimming meets planned for it. But the neat thing is what surrounds it. A blue concrete-bottomed "Stream" winds all around it, with a "Grotto" at each corner. The Grottos have hot tubs in them, that'll hold up to eight people. They have fake rock covers, and inside, there is mood lighting, and flowers and vines hanging everywhere. They even have heavy vines hanging to the water line at the entrance, so you can't really see inside. On the back wall, is a small door, and next to it is a drink menu and a keypad. You punch in what drink you want, put in your room number, and a few minutes later, a light goes on. You open the door, and your drink is there. We found Grotto three, and went inside. Bob was sitting in one side of the hot tub next to an empty drink glass, and he had another, almost empty one in his hand. Jan was sitting opposite him, with her back to us. Her glass was almost empty, and she was smoking a long thin, black cigarette. Bob growled, "It's about time you guys got here. Waddja do, stop for a quickie?" I was a little annoyed, and I was about to say something, but he turned and started pushing buttons on the keypad. Jan scooted over towards him, looked at Karen, and patted the seat next to her. Karen took off her T-shirt, and I helped her into the tub. Then I looked over at Jan. It was hard to see, through the bubbles, but it looked like she was topless. When she saw me staring, she turned toward me and sat up a little. She was topless. She had great tits, and I saw why the bumps in the blouse looked odd. Each of her nipples had that little barbell through it. I tried to get a better look, to see if she was totally naked, but just then Bob said, "The drinks'll be here in a minute. I hope you like French 75s." I had no idea what they were, but I mumbled, "Uhh, yeah, sure." It was a little cool in the elevator, so I still had my T-shirt on. But, the water felt warm, so I pulled off my T-shirt, dropped into the tub and sunk in to my chin. I relaxed for a minute like that, letting the bubbles work around me. Suddenly, Bob said, "Okay, whass th' deal? How come you g-get sush royal fuckin' trea'men' 'roun' here?" His voice was really slurring now. It was hard to understand what he said, but he looked okay, and I was trying to think of what to tell him, when the light went on over the small door. He handed Karen and I drinks, and I took a sip of mine. It tasted like champagne with a little more kick it, but it went down very easily. I was going to take a big drink, when I felt a hand on my arm. Jan was leaning towards me. She said quietly, "Go very easy on that; it's champagne and hundred-proof brandy." I settled for another little sip. When Jan leaned near me, I was very conscious of her tits. They were firm and golden brown, as though she spent a lot of time in the sun. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and water droplets twinkled off the little bar bells. I looked down, and it looked like she was naked, but then I saw that she was wearing the briefest bikini bottom I ever saw. It wasn't a thong, but it was little-more than a cup. She also had one of those little barbells through her navel. When she sat back down, I noticed Karen watching me, but she didn't say anything. We sat there for a while, sipping our drinks and enjoying the bubbles. (I was sipping; Bob was gulping.) Then he asked again, "C'mon pal, what's going on? I spend a lot of money here, and they don't treat me that way." "Well, uhh, I guess they like me." He roared, "Bullshit!" Then he stood up. When he did, he almost slipped, and when he caught himself, he farted. He looked around as thought he wasn't sure where it came from; then he shook his head, and said, "S'kuze me. I gotta go to the head." He started to get out of the hot tub, but he stopped just long enough to grab his new drink, and downed the whole thing in one gulp. Somehow, he was able to get out of the tub, and he started to wobble toward the bathrooms. I stood up and asked Jan, "Shall I help him?" She was looking at me standing there, and she didn't answer for a minute. Finally, she said, "He'll be okay," and she looked at Karen. Karen said to her, "Yes, he's beautiful, isn't he?" Jan nodded; then she did a startling thing. She bent and kissed Karen on the lips. Then she smiled and said, "Yes he is, and you are too." It shocked me, and I wondered what Karen would do. But all she did was sit there with her eyes half-closed. Then I looked at her drink. It was almost gone. I said to her. "Karen, are you okay?" "I'm fine. I'm finer than I've been in a long time." She leaned over to me and gave me a long luxurious kiss. Then she stood up, took off her top, and went to Jan and kissed her too. 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