Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2017 02:07:19 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Luck Happens, Part IV (Bisexual/Encounters)

Luck Happens, Part IV (Bisexual/Encounters)

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With the day off, Leez was still in bed. "Are you ever going to get up?
It's after ten."

"It feels so good just to be lazy. I was just thinking about last night."

"You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes, it was very different from what I had expected. Shel's soft skin, her
breasts rubbing on mine, and her very wet orgasm were so sensual. And, I
didn't feel as self-conscious as I usually do. I'm so glad it finally
happened and that, with you, I'm free to express it."

"Good, you should. I want to do an experiment, if it's okay with you. I
want to go down on you but I want you not to think about it...think about a
patient or maybe going shopping...think about anything but what I'm doing
to you. I don't want you to be in the moment."

"Sure, I'll try."

I stripped the bedcovers from her prone body and settled myself between her
legs. I began to kiss and lick her vagina; no foreplay. She moaned and
twitched. She got extremely wet. I did this for about five minutes before
she pushed me away.

"Wait. Hold it. I can't keep my mind occupied. I keep coming back to what
you're doing. It isn't working."

"Good. I wanted you to see that you can't keep your mind from it. Your
animal instincts overpower your intellect. Your brain can't win. You are
feeling the sensations but, at the same time, you are feeling removed and
scattered but you want to be in the moment. This time, when I start to eat
you, concentrate on what I am doing, what you are feeling and what you are
spectating upon. Just let your mind go."

I went back to my delicious meal. I repeated the same little tongue wipes I
had used before. Sometimes, I threw in circular wipes around her clit. Now,
she was gently undulating under me. Now, she was pushing her mound up into
my face, begging for more. She had been watching me but now her eyes were
closed and her breathing was ragged. I increased the pressure of my tongue
and slowly moved to the flower petals around her clit. I drew her clit
between my lips and sucked it in. Leez began to buck against me. My face
was bathed in pussy juice. Then she arc-ed and came in a gushing rush. I
looked up to see her blissful smile.

"You see, I want you to embrace your feelings. If you feel like a spectator
and not a participant, embrace that feeling and let it pass. Let me ask you
this, when you came what were you thinking about?"

"You're going to laugh but suddenly I saw flowers, like I was in a
garden...and the scent of the flowers was my scent. It was weird."

"No, it wasn't. You used all your senses and let the sensations take you
where you wanted to go...and they took you to a garden. You moved your
orgasm up a notch. That's nice. For that important moment, you became a
participant."

"Interesting. Maybe something held me back from reaching that point. I
think that when I was having sex, I was thinking too much and not allowing
myself to take the thoughts to a conclusion. Does that make sense?"

"Now you're intellectualizing a primal urge. Don't overthink it. Stay in
the moment wherever your mind takes it. Let yourself be washed away in the
wave by succumbing to it."

"I want to do an experiment." She rolled me over on my back and sat between
my legs. Then, ever so gently, she began to lick the tip of my penis. I
closed my eyes and allowed myself to be a lab rat. As I became stiffer, I
felt her change style. Now, she was devouring my cock and caressing my
balls. This lasted for a few minutes when I began to feel my orgasm
building. I let my mind drift while she was really getting into it. When
she sucked on the head and stuck the tip of her tongue into my piss-slit, I
lost it and starting shooting volleys soaking her laryx. She caught every
drop and didn't release me until my orgasm had subsided and I'd gone soft.

"That was a great blowjob. Thanks. So, what was your experimet?"

"I got into it more but in a different way. I wasn't watching you and I
wasn't watching me. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to feel me giving
pleasure and your responding to it and wallow in that. I thought about your
penis and what I liked about it. Then I thought about my pleasure in
sucking it. When you came, I had a little orgasm, too. Okay, I get your
little demonstration and I will get into my actions more until they drift
away into ecstacy. I'll try to embrace what I thinking and feeling."

"Just know that there is a flip-side to this. If you can't get the
'spectator' thoughts out of your head, you might be having sex with the
wrong person. You don't want to have sex like you're watching a sporting
event. Or maybe you do. But you rather be the sporting event."

"I like that."

"Be here now." Baba Ram Dass said that and it's good advice. Release your
mind."

The phone rang and it was Shel. "Hiya Ray. How are you today?"

"We're great, Ben. What's up?"

"We have another couple of days here and we were wondering if there was a
nude beach or a nudist camp around here. We want to be in the sun and
naked."

"Now there's a good idea. Unfortunately, there are no nude beaches within a
hundred miles of here and there are nudist colonies north of Tampa - also
an hour or so away. But I have an idea. Let me get back to you in a few
minutes, okay?"

"Wanna be naked today with Ben and Shel?"

"Sure. Where?"

"A surprise. You'll see."

I called Portosueno Marina where I keep a modest pontoon boat, perfect for
the bays. I asked that they fuel me up and prepare it for a day trip. They
told me that it would be ready in an hour. I called Ben and told him to be
ready in about forty-five minutes.

"Where are we going?"

"A surprise. You'll see." (Click)

"So, Mr. Mystery, what's up?"

"You take a shower and dress for the beach while I put some things
together."

I packed a cold box with wine, water and a little nosh. I rolled joints. I
got tanning lotion and towels. I packed up the car just as Leez stepped out
of the house.

"Right on time. You look good enought to...I already did that! Come on,
let's go."

Ben and Shel were ready and jumped into the car. "I rolled some joints and
packed up some treats."

"We did,too. So where are you taking us?"

Leez asked, "Are you going down to Casperson Beach?"

"No, too far."

"Caliente? That's a nudist resort," she explained.

"No again. Too far. Also, expensive and cheesy."

Five minutes later, we pulled into the marina and up to my boat. Within a
few minutes, we were pulling the boat out.

"Ben, would you take the grappling hook and push the manatees away from the
boat?"

The ladies watched in wonder as the big, lumbering sea cows made way. As we
pulled out into Sarasota Bay, the sun was perfect, the sea was like glasss,
and we were heading north into Tampa Bay. As we traveled alongside Anna
Maria Island, Ben spotted their cottage. Just above Anna Maria is Passage
Key, our destination.

Passage Key is a small island nearly washed away by a big hurricane in the
nineteen-thirties. Some of it, several acres, have returned and now it is a
bird sanctuary. Some boat-borne nudists have claimed the island as their
sanctuary, too, as evidenced by the naked people swimming around their
boats ringing the island.

"We're here. This is Passage Key!"

"I love it!" Quickly, we shed our clothes and dove in. The water must have
been ninety degrees and it was crystal clear in the shallows. Like little
kids, we swam and played. After a while, we got back into the boat. I
pulled up the biminis for shade.

Shel got out a joint and Leez poured some wine. In no time, we were loose.

"This is fabulous, Ray. Really cool. Thanks for taking us here."

As we mellowed out, we watched the other sybarites. There was a very
overweight couple nearby. One of her tits was bigger than Leez and Shel's
tits combined. There was another pontoon boat on the starboard with two
guys and three women, all beautiful and buff. One dark-haired woman had an
extraordinary tat that wound around her body. Except for her breasts, her
heavily inked body produced an effect like highlighting the naughty bits.
Her breasts really looked like headlights.

"Those guys got nuthin' on you two," I said as Leez and Shel preened.

"There's something I have to do. I hope you don't mind, Leez." Shel, all
freshly oiled, slithered on to me. As the pontoon boat has its sides
covered with sail cloth, we were hidden from the other boats.

"I have this need to fuck you, Ray. Fuck you good." She said this as she
inhaled some weed and exhaled it into my mouth.

"Girl, you take care of my man while I do the same to yours." Leez started
to kiss Ben as she stroked his predigious cock.

Just as Shel slid my dick into her warm pussy, a voice in the water called
out. "Hello! Hello!" Curiously, we untangled. Two woman were calling us,
one was the tattooed lady.

"Yes, can we help you?"

"Are you guys smoking pot? We can smell it over at our boat. Can we cop a
few hits?"

Well, the four of us laughed hard as Ben opened the side gate and invited
them onboard. "Here," said Ben as he passed the joint to the blond.

"How come you guys don't have any? You look like you're here to party?"

"The guy we're with is an asshole, that's why. We just had an argument."
Both women knowingly laughed at that.

We introduced ourselves. Janey and Marilyn explained that they just hopped
a ride to the island with him.

"He's trying to fuck his wife on the boat now. He kinda thought we were in
for an orgy but no way with his needle-dick." They laughed again.

"Sorry that we interrupted you folks. It looked like you were getting into
it."

"Oh man, this dope is wack."

Shel turned to Janey. "So Janey, please explain your body art to us. We're
all so curious." Shel was sitting on my crotch and I felt her soft skin
against my thigh.

"So it took several years to complete. I drew the design myself. Basically,
it tells my story from girl to woman symbolically. You see up here is a
flower bud - that's my young self. And down here (she pointed to her vagina
with looked like one of Georgia O'Keefe's orchids), represents the
liberation of my womanhood. And all over, there are plants and flowers
maturing as they travel down my body. Since my breasts are very tender, I
didn't want any art on them, so I emphasized them. You'll notice the little
lips and tongues around them? That's my sense of humor."

"I, for one, am impressed!," as I poured more wine.

"Can I ask you something?" Leez inquired, "Did it hurt? How did you feel
when he was drawing on your pussy?"

"So it wasn't a he artist but a she artist. And she kept me wet the whole
time. I think I came ten times while she worked on it."

"So you're gay?"

"No, bisexual. You?"

"We're all bisexual."

"I went gay for the first time last night!" Leez beamed at her admission.

"And did you like it?"

"Oh, yeah. A lot. A whole lot."

"Welcome to the sisterhood, sister!" Janey and Leez shook hands laughing.

Marilyn was sipping her wine and listening. Suddenly, there was shouting
coming from the other boat. Marilyn piped up, "He's calling us, Jamie. We
should go."

"Fuck him. Let's go in a few minutes. I want a few more hits off this
joint."

About five minutes later, the other boater started up and turned toward
Sarasota. Jamie jumped up, "Hey wait! Our stuff is on your boat!" But he
just looked the other way and sped off.

"Asshole!" Now what are we gonna do? All our stuff is on that boat. Clthes,
keys... Fuck!"

"Where did you catch his boat?" I asked.

"Over at Indian Shores Marina in Sarasota."

"No problem. We're out of Portosueno, not too far from Indian Beach. We'll
take you back."

"That's where our car is. But we haven't got our bathing suits and..."

"I'm sure that we have something you can put on. Don't worry," offered Ben,
"just smoke up and settle yourself."

"I'm glad he split," said Marilyn. "He was only interested in fucking us -
in exchange for the free ride. What an asshole!"

"Ladies, Speaking of fucking...I was just getting into Ray when you showed
up. Will you excuse me?" Shel slithered back on top of me."

"Can we watch?"

"Sure, just don't make any rude comments!" She grinned.

Shel put her hand between us and placed my semihard cock at her pussy. She
was still quite wet and I easily slid in. "Hmmm. That feels nice." She
squeezed several times and the kegels made me stiffer. "Hmmm. That feels
better." She slowly ground her pelvis into me and I was as snug as a bug. I
looked over at the others staring at us, watching us mate and it turned me
on even more. I began to slowly draw myself almost out and slide myself
back in with a bump. She liked that so I did it again but this time our
"bumps" met and drew me in even deeper. I considered that Ben sported a
piledriver so my modest pleasure machine couldn't have been much fun for
her but I was obviously wrong by her squeals of pleasure. This was choice,
I had to bring myself into it.

I sat up and laid her back on the cushions. I looked up at our audience and
smiled. They were jerking and jilling and getting all touchy-feely. We no
longer mattered. I pulled Shel into my hips and held her. I slowly pulled
her back and forth while I met her rhythm. We did this for a few minutes
until I laid back. Now that she was mounted, she began to slide up and
down. Her hands were on my chest and tugging at my nipples. When she picked
up her tempo and seemed rushing toward the finish line, I slowed her down
again and flipped her so that she was on her back again.

"why did you stop me? I almost came," she whined.

My edging game was over. "Oh, I was enjoying it so much that..."

She smiled and rolled us over. "I'm fucking you, Mister, and don't you
forget it." And so, she did. We began to fuck, no, not fucking but rutting.
I was fast and it was furious but I was soon the beneficiary of the warm
cascade of her honeypot bathing my dick. I pushed in deeper still while her
muscles spasmed around me. I blasted several supersoakers up her canal so
far I got a postcard. "Oh, yes. Yes. Yes."

"Aaaah." She collapsed upon my chest. We were bathed in sweat. "That was
great," she whispered.

I smiled and held her. I looked over at the others and what I saw amazed
me. "Shel. You have to see this." She turned her head and moaned. There was
Ben, on his back, while three women played with him and each other. Right
now, it seemed to be Leez's turn to suck his dick while Marilyn was going
down on her. Whether Ben was smiling I don't know because it was covered by
Janey's tribute to O'Keefe.

"My husband is in heaven. This is one he'll never forget." I felt her
leaking so I asked her if she wanted a mustache ride. She inserted a coin
into her slot and hopped on, now with a full view of her husband's fantasy
come true.

As a cleaned her, I heard sounds of approaching orgasms. As I drank our
cocktail, I heard them grunting. Then they were repositioning. I was glad
that Ben was in shape. Pleasuring three women at once would have been a
stress test for me.

Shel's vagina was clean so I moved on to her ass. While I rimmed and
tongued her butt, she pushed back into my face allowing my tongue to slip
in a little more. She began to rub her clit. I felt another orgasm
approaching. I wanted to move back and suck on it but she would have none
of that as she pushed my face deeper into her ass. I felt her tremble. I
had to breathe but I couldn't stop her. At the last minute, I put my finger
up her chute. She flexed, gasped and came again silently. "A petite morte"
if you will.

She got off me and sat down while I caught my breath. "That was a nice
sensation. Thanks. Unfortunately, you missed the big finish." I looked over
and there were four limp people.

I began to clap. "Gee, Ben, I didn't know you had it in you. An
F-F-F-Fuckin' M! Amazing!"

He smiled and waved me off. "I did nothing. I was their boy toy. I let them
play with me. And yes, thank you, I wasn't sure that I had it in me either."

"What about us? It was real hard keeping him hard!" We all laughed.

"Last one in the water..." I said this as I jumped up, opened the gate and
dove in. One be one, I was joined by my friends. About fifty yards away,
another pontoon boat was anchored. Four nude people were applauding us. And
rightly so.

A little later, as we were heading back through the bay to my marina, Janey
and Marilyn were making plans to get their stuff back, Ben and Shel were
cuddled up, and Leez was sitting next to me at the console. "Well, I can
scratch that one off my list. That was fun. Still, it was hard not to
spectate. I came when I saw you cum. I couldn't help it."

"Well, this is where it gets a little murky. See there were several things
going on...a little exhibitionism, a little voyeurism...I sort of view it
as a non-competitive sporting event...with a happy ending."

"Nicely said," said Ben.

"Now, if I may push the metaphor, it was like a good bank robbery." They
all looked at me like "what the..." I waited a dramatic pause. "You know,
in and out, nobody gets hurt." I was soundly booed as I pulled into my slip.

My SUV was a tight fit for six. Janey wore one of my t-shirts and had a
towel wrapped around her. Marilyn wore two towels draped like a sari.
Fortunately, Indian Shores Marina was just down the road.

We expected some kind of drama at the marina but it was just the opposite.
The shmuck had left all their stuff in a neat pile by his boat. They came
back to the car to tell us all was well, they had their clothes, their
knapsacks and their all important keys to their car.

As they exchanged numbers with Leez, Marilyn said, "We have to get together
soon. I mean soon. I never got to fuck you."

"Something to look forward to." I said glibly but with humor.

When it was Leez and I, and Ben and Shel in the car. I said, "What now?
What does the group want to do."

"I could use a nap. That sun was hot...and very tiring." Leez yawned.

"I wouldn't mind a cold beer and a lounge chair...maybe a cigar."

"I'd love a spa treatment. Is there a spa around here?" Suddenly, Leez was
alert.

"I like that idea!"

"Yes. I know the place." I pulled the car over and tapped my phone. I
pulled up Google Maps and, a moment later, I was speaking to a
receptionist. "Hello, I have two women who have been out in a boat all day
and who desperately need a spa treatment...yes, right now, we're on our
way...yes, the two-hour massage...mani-pedi...yes, okay, let me have that
package for two...I can give you my credit card...oh, I can?...fine, I'll
do that now. I pressed the icon and help my finger over the home button.
Done, payment made. "We'll be right there."

"Where are you taking us? Some skeevy massage parlour?"

"You'll see"

"You're just full of surprises! I love it!"

In a few minutes, I pulled in front of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, the Spa
entrance. "Enjoy, Ladies." They were gobsmacked. "Now go, they're waiting
for you. We'll see you in a couple of hours. Now go."

Ben and I took the short way back to my condominium. As I pulled in to the
driveway, Ben asked, "Well, what now?"

"We have a couple of hours to relax. I'll roll one and pour some wine. And
then maybe we'll take a nap because I could use one."

"And maybe you'll let me suck your cock? What'dya say?"

We strolled in and right way, set about our tasks. "This is some cool
condo, Ray. It's perfect for a single guy."

"That it is. I like this place. It's just a few blocks to the water and
Sarasota is five minutes away. It works."

I sipped my wine and headed toward the shower. Ben followed me and within a
few minutes, we were soaping each other down. I admit that I was beat but
that big cock was worth the exhaustion. At one point, I was sliding up and
down his ass crack when he bent a little and my cock slipped into his hole.
"Oh, that's good." I'd say he seemed to like it. I slipped it further and
pressed in. "Yeah...fuck me." We stayed in the shower for a few minutes
until I slipped out, washed my cock and stepped out of the shower.

Drying off, we headed into the bedroom. I set my wine on the night table
and recined on the bed. I lit the joint and pulled a hit. I was still hard.
Ben crawled between my legs and, no foreplay, started to blow me. He went
right for the throat, mashing his nose into my pubes. He pulled my legs up
and licked the taint for a while which sent waves of pleasure through me.
Then it was my asshole being divinely rimmed. Then it was back to my taint
and then my balls, all around my sac. My hard shaft was smacking against
his head. He smiled and said, "I see you're ready to blow. Pop your nut in
my mouth." He increased his speed as he vacuum-pumped me. He held my balls
in a firm grasp and stuck a finger into me. Serious sucking and vigorous
finger-fucking is one sure way to empty me. A moment later, I was cumming
like a volcanic eruption. He never missed a drop holding it between his
lips long after I went soft. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

An hour later, my phone rang. It was the spa. Apparently, they were running
a bit late and it would be another hour before they were ready. I rolled
over. Ben mumbled, "What was that about?" I explained and he was glad that
we didn't have to move.

"We need a plan," I said.

"Yeah...like let me suck you again?"

"No, I'm serious. The ladies walked into their spa with bathing suits and
towels, they have no clothes and they're going to be hungry. So we need a
plan."

"I thought that you would drive us back to the island. We have to pack
because we're leaving tomorrow."

"We have to pick them up at seven. Maybe they could buy something to wear
in the Ritz-Carlton store, I don't know. Then we could go to Mr. Bones for
dinner and then I could drop you off."

"Yeah, that could work. We'll see but it's good we have a plan. Now, can I
suck your dick?"

After an athletic, face-fucking sixty-nine, we rested again. It was very
enjoyable although I didn't cum again. I think I was tuckered out. But he
did, at just the right time, too, as my mouth was feeling parched. He
helped work up saliva before he coated it with his viscuous, creamy and
funky seed.

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