Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2017 01:19:03 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: My Lost Shaker of Salt (bisexual/encounters)

My Lost Shaker of Salt (bisexual/encounters)

This story includes all sorts of sexual combinations between two men and
two woman. If that's not your thing, move on. The characters don't use
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I had to get away. This stupid town was getting to me. Things were closing
in, the walls of my apartment seemed like a c-clamp on my life. Things were
getting weird. And as Hunter Thompson said, "When the going gets weird, the
weird turn pro." It was time to turn pro.

However much I wanted to run, I found that I was hesitant to go out, not
because it was over one hundred degrees outside, but that I wanted to avoid
my nosy neighbors peeking from their windows waiting to pounce. Lately, all
the gossip had me wishing I was invisible, and hiding in the air
conditioning had become old. Like I said, I had to get away, if just for a
few days. I needed to go just long enough to recall my self and my needs.
Someplace like the end of the world would work. Now where could I find it?
Would Siri know? I boldly left my apartment.

In the three years I had lived in (what I shall call) Buttfuck, Florida, I
had not explored the Gulf Coast as much as I would have liked. I could go
north to the nudist resorts, that would certainly dispel my miasma. But no,
I wanted more palm trees, I wanted isolation, I also wanted distraction so
I headed south, not knowing where I would end up. I had a wallet full of
credit cards, all I had to find was a bed on which to crash. I had a cooler
with me, snacks, beach gear, some weed and everything I would need for a
few days in case a search party came looking. Where could I go where they
wouldn't look?

I wended my way south taking all the roads closest to the water and the
barrier islands, occasionally driving parallel. I stopped at a few beaches.
I stopped for some shrimp at a little tiki bar. While some of these islands
and keys were built up and lined with high-rise condominiums, there were
others that were idyllic; deserted and quiet. That is what directed me.
Like a rolling stone, I really loved having no direction known.

I was driving through Fort Myers when I saw an immense liquor store, a mall
unto itself. I was giddy when I found my favorite French wine, and it was
on sale, too! I stocked up immediately. I felt that this was a good omen.

By about 6:00 pm, I was searching for a hotel in the city of Naples, down
at the bottom corner of Florida. I'd realized that I had money and credit
cards and I could stay wherever I wanted. I was disappointed though to find
that the hotels were very expensive. Also, they weren't by the water which
I wanted. I wanted the desert island experience. Naples seemed too
ostentatious, showy and pretentious - and crowded - for my tastes. No, this
was hardly the end of the world.

I pulled up my iPad and poked around to get a hotel app. I found places on
the beaches of Sanibel and Captiva Islands, about fifty miles away. I
called one place and they said they had something for me so I headed back
north. About forty minutes later, I was on Sanibel Island and pulling into
the SeaSide Bungalows.

"You the guy that called? I have a unit near the road."

"Well, I really want quiet. Do you have something on the water? I'm really
looking for my own private Margaritaville - the end of the world, so to
speak. I don't want to hear anything, I want tranquility."

"Hmmm. I don't have anything like that but one of our sister properties
might. Let me make a call."

I walked down to the water and surveyed the shore. Sanibel is one of the
few beaches on which leashed dogs are allowed and there were several
off-leash puppies enjoying the water. I scanned the beach and the horizon.
I was right in the midst of the resorts and even though it was off-season,
there were plenty of people around. I was doubting my luck as I walked back
to the office.

"Drive up to the top of the island to Blind Pass. The Spindrifter has
something for you."

I headed up a few miles to a bunch of little bungalows on the both sides of
the narrow tip of the island. The gulfside and bayside here were only
separated by about a quarter of a mile.

"I got a bungalow for you. It's under the little bridge that takes you to
Captiva. Go take a look."

The bungalow was a very luxurious, with all the appointments. I assumed it
would cost a lot but paying a lot of money for a troll's "house under the
bridge" didn't cut it for me...and then there was the road noise off the
old metal bridge. I realized that I was being very picky and maybe even
pushing it. But what the hell, you take your shot. What do they say? You
only live...whatever.

Aside: I am very picky when it comes to hotel rooms. Never. ever take the
first room offered. Most likely this room will be near the elevator or near
the ice machine and management wants to get rid of it first. Refuse it.
They will give you a song and dance but stand firm. Be tough. If you turn a
couple of rooms down, they will find you a good room. They will satisfy
you. It always works. Now, back to the story.

"I don't know. It's not what I'm looking for."

"Well, what is that?"

I gave him the whole "lost in paradise/Margaritaville" spiel and he smiled.
"Hold on a second."

He made a phone call. "Okay. Go over the bridge and head for The Waters
resort. See Melissa."

I thanked him and again headed north. It was closing in on sunset and I
wanted to plant myself somewhere already. Within five minutes, I pulled
into a very fancy resort on the bay side. Melissa was in the office
expecting me. She was a pretty coleen probably around forty. I couldn't
help but notice her deeply tanned  and freckled cleavage, her killer bod,
her freckles again and her smiling face.

"Sam tells me that you are looking to escape, is that right?"

"Very much so. What have you got?"

"I have something that you are going to like, I promise. Come with me."

We hopped into an electric cart and drove one hundred yards down the road
before turning into a small lane on the ocean side. We pulled up to half
dozen ocean-front bungalows nestled under palm trees. Now this was more
like it. But was I willing to piss a lot of money away for a few nights?
This would probably cost my left nut. I had my doubts.

"Let me show you the cabins. The one in the middle is the Hospitality Room
with ice and vending machines. Take the furthest cabin north, it's the most
isolated. None of the other cabins are occupied at this time."

"Why? This is an awesome spot."

"Well, we just completely renovated them. No one has stayed in them yet.
Occupancy starts next week."

We turned to check it out just as the sun was setting into the gulf. We
stood mesmerized as the flaming orange ball dropped into the sea, streaking
the sky with reds, blues, yellows and purples.

"Wow. That was spectacular!"

"Yes," she said, "I never tire of it. It's so beautiful."

We walked into the bungalow and I was astonished. It was newly refurbished
and ultra-comfy, like an old-fashioned New England bed and breakfast.
Melissa was talking, "One bedroom, King-size bed, lots of pillows, cable
and wi-fi, kitchen (there are coffee set-ups there), bathroom suite,
screened in porch...", but I noticed something on the kitchen table. I
walked over to it.

"Hmmm...my lost shaker of salt!", I was smitten, "I'm afraid to ask...how
much per night?"

"Gee, that's a good one. We just finished the redos and nobody has slept in
them yet. Let's see...you can only stay until Sunday night because all of
these are booked solid for several months...mmmm...This goes for five
hundred dollars a night in season, more on holidays...you can test it out
for me...how about one hundred nineteen a night because I like your style?"

I did a double take! "Whoa! Where do I sign? What's the gimmick?"

Melissa laughed and shook her red hair. "There is none. I just feel like
you're a good fit to test out our new accommodations. I use my intuition. I
like your motivation. Enjoy yourself. I'll be here if you need me. I'll
have housekeeping put you on the list." We took care of the necessary
paperwork quickly and I took the key.

A cooling breeze came up off the gulf and I sighed. Yeah, this was it. This
bungalow was the absolute shit. I emptied my car and moved in. I found the
bathroom, a sleek black-tiled affair with a large glass shower enclosure
obviously designed for honeymooners. Yes, in no time, I was comfortable.

The sky was a bowl of stars, a dome of twinkles and intermittent streaks.
There was a law banning lights on the beach because of nesting sea turtles.
The house lights were barely lit. It was so quiet, the only sounds were the
small waves lapping the sand. It was still very warm, too. It was about
ninety degrees at eleven o'clock. Naked, I stretched on a lounger, poured a
glass of wine, noshed on some snacks and filled my pipe with sweet weed.
Ah, paradise! I couldn't believe my good luck. My mind flowed with
possibilities and fantasies In the naked outdoors, cares and tensions miles
away and the fresh briny air wrapping around me made everything drift away.
I unwound and drifted off at one with the world.

Day One

The morning came and I was sprawled out on the bed. I looked at my iPhone
and it read eleven o'clock. The sun was high in the sky. I had wasted the
morning. No, I didn't waste it. I really needed that sleep, my first good
one in weeks. While my coffee brewed, I threw on a pair of shorts and
walked out on the beach. I opened the door and was hit with hot, humid air.
It had to be one hundred degrees. I turned the overhead fans on in the
porch. I was dripping sweat in no time.

Surprisingly, it was much cooler along the water, only about thirty yards
from the bungalow. Since no one was in sight, I dropped my shorts and waded
into the warm, blue gulf. How I do love being naked, not to mention,
skinny-dipping. After a while of swimming and drifting around, I remembered
my coffee. I was holding my shorts when I walked through the stand of
palms. I never heard the electric cart.

"I see you've got the island fever. Good morning." Melissa sat in the
electric cart not twenty feet away and staring at my soft cock hanging down
between my legs.

Having not seen her, I jumped at the sound of her voice. I placed my shorts
in front of my crotch. "You really surprised me! You'll have to excuse me."

"Oh no, not at all. I love it! I see naked people around all the time. In
fact, one of them might be me!" She laughed and I immediately thought of
counting all those freckles on that red coleen but was just a mental flash
of rampant male lust.

"Well, can I help you? I have coffee brewing. And it's fucking hot out
here..."

I dashed into the house, flashing me ass on the way in. I heard her giggle.
Properly attired, I returned to find Melissa standing outside next to the
lounger and staring at my pipe. I raced outside and scooped it up. "I'm
sorry. I seem to be breaking all the rules."

"Honestly, I don't care what you do here as long as nothing is destroyed.
Smoke dope, walk around naked...there's no one here and who cares. Just
leave me a hit." We walked into the house.

"Whew, it's fucking hot today. I'll be back in the water soon. Er...Did you
want a hit on the pipe?"

"I'd love to but not while I'm working. I just stopped by to see if you
needed anything. I'm going over to the market. But if you'll hold that
offer, my partner, Silvio, and I will come by tonight. Maybe we'll stay
overnight in Number Three." She stood in thought on the threshold for a
moment. "The porch fans will make it better, you'll see, it'll cool off."

"Wait a second. Wanna take me over to the general store? I'll get some
supplies, too."

"Sure. It's just up the road."

We talked on the way (while I took stealthy casual glances at her ample
cleavage). I asked if she had always lived there and I found out that she
came for a vacation eighteen years ago and never left. She was an
acupuncturist and a masseuse; a holistic girl. She told me that she was a
wild hippie child when she first arrived. She hooked up with Silvio ten
years ago. He's an artist. They have no kids. This time of the year, the
island is very quiet and peaceful and it is her favorite time of the year.
I listened intently and wasn't even distracted by her casual, naturally
loose style. I also got that she was stealthily, casually letting me see
her rack.

The General Store had everything I needed. I picked up a couple of prepared
dishes from the cold box, got a quart of milk, grabbed some nosh and headed
toward the counter. A display with tee-shirts caught my eye and I had to
have "I found my lost shaker of salt on Captiva Island." It was framed by a
big "Margaritaville" logo. Perfect.

We drove back and it was my turn to give her a thumbnail bio. I told her
that I was a writer struggling on my latest project and that I might write
today. I was tired of my surroundings and needed to find peace. I asked her
where there was a good place to eat and she suggested some places on Andy
Rosse Street in the center of the little town. Soon, we were back at the
bungalow and I was finally going to have my coffee. We bid a friendly
goodbye and a "see you later."

My day was nothing short of perfect. I punctuated the afternoon by swimming
in the warm clear waters. The water temperature was in the high eighties,
like a warm bath and very relaxing. I also wrote two good paragraphs and my
imagination felt free and un-tethered. By late afternoon, I was in the cool
shade of the porch sucking wine and weed. I heard the electric cart whir
this time and fortunately, I threw on my shorts.

"Hey, want to go to dinner with us? We'll pick you up at six, okay?" I
nodded and she was gone. In my haze, my mind wandered to Melissa's pubic
hair and imagined that it was red, too. I'm so bad.

Promptly at six, Melissa and Sylvio pulled in. "Come on, let's go," she
said.

"Sylvio, Ray. Ray, Sylvio." Sylvio was a handsome, lanky Italian. Slim. No
ass.

"You are the castaway with a bag of herb, yes?" Sylvio's continental accent
was very pronounced and yet endearing.

"Yes, that is correct. After dinner, we'll come back and imbibe."

"I think you are my kind of man."

Dinner was outside on the deck of The Funky Monkey. We had a bunch of
interesting appetizers like Duck Fingers, Buttermilk Shrimp and cold brew
to wash it down. I learned that Sylvio had found his way to the island by
luck and sheer happenstance. He was traveling the states itinerantly
painting when he was hired to paint a mural on an outside wall in Captiva.
It's still there. It became the rage of the island and so Sylvio found
himself with all sorts of work. He opened a studio and now, thirty years
later, he creates art that is sold in galleries around the country. I
admired that because he found a way to live on the island and pay the rent.
I found his storytelling to be exuberant and theatrical, full of
personality.

"How was this place years ago?"

"It was not much different...less houses...only one hotel...a very tight
little community. And every year, we'd add a new character or two. One was
me, one was Silvio. Sil, tell Ray how you seduced me."

He grinned, "Oh, but men don't share such stories. And are you sure that I
seduced you? It seems to me that maybe you were too easily seduced."

"Yeah, you had me at 'buon giorno'. And, maybe, it was a mutual seduction.
I was a wild child..." She left the thought hanging.

We whirred back to the bungalow. It was about seven-thirty, still hot
(maybe ninety) and still sunny with a blue, cloudless sky. I opened a
bottle of Chinon and lit the bowl. Melissa had brought Margarita mix and a
bottle of Cuervo Especiale. She sat them down in the kitchen.

"So how did you sleep last night? Was the bed okay?"

"I slept like a baby. The bed is awesome. I fell out looking at the stars.
It was just what I needed. I can't thank you enough."

"She was attracted to you," said Silvio. "That sealed the deal. And, I must
tell you, that when she saw your cock today..."

"Silvio! I can't believe you said that!"

"So, it's not true? You described it in detail...the way it was hanging
down, the whole thing."

"Silvio!"

Sensing her discomfort, I spoke up. "Melissa, it's okay. I'm not surprised
that you caught me naked. I was naked all day. I could easily become a
nudist. I guess you could say that I'm an opportunistic naturist."

"To be honest, Silvio and I are frequently nude on this stretch of beach."

The wine and the weed were kicking in. Silvio and Melissa were sort of
falling into each other. I was sliding down the lounger like a long oozing
gel. And the sun was now setting. What a scene.

"I never could understand why Floridians aren't naturally nude all the time
with this fucking heat and humidity. The Indians had it right, greeting the
Conquistadors in their birthday suits. They should have kept it that way."

"You learn to wear less," offered Silvio. "I usually wear a tee shirt,
shorts and underwear."

"I don't even wear underwear," I said.

"My balls sweat..."

"Jesus, Silvio!"

"I'm just saying."

"Boxers or Tighty-Whities?" I asked with a big smile.

"Now, you, too?" she said exasperately but I could tell that she was
enjoying this.

"You have it worse," I said, "with so much more to wear..."

"Si," said Silvio, "with those beautiful breasts encased all day. Your tits
must sweat, too!" He had a nice way with words.

"Of course, they do." Under her tank-top, she reached behind her back and
unclasped her bra, pulling it out of her shirt. "Now that feels a lot
better!" I couldn't agree more as I ogled her shamelessly.

We laid on the lounges and listened to the quiet. Without a moon above, the
silence seemed stronger and more like a force existing in negative space. I
relit the bowl. And then, I felt the heat and humidity all at once. Wow,
here it was night and I was still stuck to my shirt, which I pulled off. I
took another hit and passed it to Silvio, who took a long toke and then
suddenly bounded out of the lounger and ran over to his cart.

"This heat is bullshit. I'm going for a swim." He'd retrieved a lantern
from the cart. He set it down on the lounger and stripped off his shirt.
Next came his shorts revealing a little black bikini number that flatters
thin Italian men with no asses.

"Go for it, baby!" cried Melissa.

He smiled, did a pirouette, and shed his drawers. As I said, this guy had
no ass. When he turned around, I took a good look at his average-sized,
uncut dick. "Ta da!" He picked up the lantern and headed down to the beach
watching for nesting turtles.

"Now that's not a bad idea! Silvio, wait up!" I got up and stripped down.
It was quick - no underwear. I looked at Melissa and said, "We've been here
before." I raced away.

"I'll get towels." I heard her call out as I caught up to Silvio, who was
at the water's edge setting the lantern down.

"It's a good thing there are no rays around now so you don't have to dance
in the water, they're further up north now. Nothing to worry about except
maybe shark." He jumped into the water laughing with me close behind. I
dove in and promptly crashed into him, my hands thrashing about. He yelled,
"Hey, don't grab my ass!"

I laughed so hard. "I'm sorry but I couldn't find it!" I got my balance
back and started to swim parallel to the shore, still laughing.

"I didn't tell you to stop!"

Melissa was coming, carrying another lantern. When she set it down, I could
see her body in a backlit silhouette."Hey, you two, if there's gonna be
anyone playin' grabass, it'll be me. And don't you forget that!" She jumped
into the water and immediately goosed Silvio.

"What is with everyone and my ass?"

"I love your little ass," taking a deep grab as he squealed.

"Hey, cut that out. Get a room!"

After about fifteen minutes of stoned goofy touchy-feely play in the
bath-water-with-waves, we trudged back to the bungalow. I wrapped myself in
a towel and sat down. I drank down my glass of wine and lit up. We were
sitting around a small table on the porch. I was surprised that neither
Melissa nor Silvio had covered themselves. I could not help but look at
them and their parts. Melissa was covered in freckles like a good redhead I
knew she'd be. Her large breasts gently sloped up to gracefully taper into
perfectly pointy pink nipples. Yes, they were perfection. Under her left
breast was a small tattoo of a heart under a palm tree. Her flat stomach
led to a small trimmed triangle of red curls, followed by a shaved labia,
accenting large pink lips. I mentally trailed down her long legs when she
cleared her throat.

"Ahem. My eyes are up here!" She was giggling.

"I'm sorry - no, I'm not sorry. In this dim light, I gobbled you up and I'm
not sorry. I should really turn up the lights."

"She is beautiful, isn't she? She is my muse."

"Be careful, Silvio, the muse is known to be fickle."

"Oh, I don't worry about that. Perhaps, she is a butterfly."

"I am a butterfly. That's why I love this place. I'm the norm here."

I reached for the bottle of wine and the towel slipped. I stood frozen for
a moment. She giggled, "Free Willie!" I shrugged and sat back down.

"Hey, my eyes are up here!" I smiled at them.

"You have a nice penis. I approve. Don't you think, Silvio?"

"Yes, my dear. It would be a good body to draw, I think."

"Goll-ee. I've never modeled before." The idea actually thrilled me. I
wondered what this old body might appear in an artist's vision.

"Let me sketch, okay. Just a few minutes, I promise. Okay with you, baby?"
I loved his accent. "Bayyyy-bee." He ran over to his cart. "Let's go
inside."

We collected our stuff and went inside. The air conditioning hit us like a
fist. Melissa ran directly into the shower and turned it on. "Come in here!"

Standing next to her as the warm water streamed over us. I couldn't but get
an erection. I mean, this was a "grower." I mean, here I was, inches away
from these fabulous tits. Melissa looked down, grinned and flitted out to
her towel. I shrugged.

Melissa poured some tequila shots. Silvio was in the bedroom with a large
sketchpad, a small portable easel and some charcoal. "Stand over here.
Here. Just stand normally." He walked around me, studying me and commenting
to himself. Melissa handed us the shot glasses and sat across from us on
the bed. "You're hard. Good. Melissa, yes?"

"Melissa, yes." She giggled.

He turned me in a few positions. I let him. His touch was soft but
directional and guiding. My erection had eased somewhat and now I hung
straight down. Silvio liked that pose and sketched rapidly.

"He's soft, honey. Want me to fluff him?" Melissa said this and my cock
sprang up.

"No, not yet. I'm getting a nice cock here."

This patter amused me. "It's always nice to me."

"No, I mean it. It has nice proportion and weight. It is a good cock."

This talk about my cock was causing it to stir again. Across from me,
Melissa spread her legs and squeezed her breasts which did not help my cock.

"Melissa!" She laughed. I walked over to the bottle and poured three more
shots.

"I have to let my dick subside. Take a break." I went to the porch and lit
a cigarette. Melissa was right behind me while Silvio worked on his
drawings.

"Isn't this place great, Ray?"

"Sure is, Melissa. This was exactly what I was looking for. Also, your
naked bodies were a pleasant surprise."

"I'm glad you like it. Gimme a drink and some smoke and I lose what modesty
I have. Silvio and I are really hippies, too,  you know. We're what's left
of a creative group that believed in having fun without inhibitions. It
lasted a long time on this island. Now, we alone keep the spirit alive."

"How so?"

"By being loose and free. Not monitored. It's a great way to live. In fact,
we fixed up these bungalows for intimate but rare "Friends of The Waters"
get-togethers. That's how we keep our fun alive."

"I'm honored. Honestly, I'm having lots of fun standing here next to your
bodaciousness while your ol' man is inside adding details to my dick."

She took a firm grip of my shaft and said, "Soon" and walked back inside. I
finished my smoke and returned.

"Here, look at these." He showed me a couple of profiles that had some
interesting style and he also showed me some studies; a few of my cock, a
few of my ass, a few of my torso. "Will you let me do a few more?" I
started to refuse him, I wanted to grab Melissa but he pulled me over to
where I stood before. I didn't put up much resistance. He was mumbling to
himself as he sketched.

He walked around me. Every so often, he would touch me. Once, while he was
sketching my semi-soft organ, he touched it and held it. "Hmm. You shave
your balls. It's nice." He said this while stroking me. "Bend over!"

"Huh?"

"Bend over. Touch your toes."

I bent over with my ass facing Melissa. Silvio sketched my ass and reached
in to spread my legs. He sketched some more. I hummed like I was bored. I
heard Melissa shift in the bed. Suddenly, a soft hand trailed down the
crack of my ass, circled my rosebud and then cradled my balls. Another hand
caressed my ass cheeks. Then his hand stroked my shaft and I groaned.

"You like that, don't you, Ray?" said Melissa, watching from the bed.

I straightened up immediately. I gently removed Silvio's hand and said,
"Yes, I like it but you'll excuse me if I have to take a leak?"

They laughed. I left. My urulogist would have given me high scores in
bladder release had it not been for the hard on through which I was
pissing. Upon my return, I found Silvio in bed nursing a nipple. Melissa
tapped the bed next to her. The thought occurred to me that yes, I would
tap that. I slid in next to her and took my place on her right breast.
Silvio and I were gently sucking her when she maned. She suddenly sat up,
reached over to the night table and picked up the remote.

"What are you doing?"

"Just wait." Suddenly, the lights dimmed to a soft glow. The TV/Cable
system was playing reggae. "This is better." She put the remote back and to
a swig of her wine. "Now, where were we?"

I leaned back and stroked her from her cheek down to above her knee. I
returned true north detouring around the goods at her little rest stop. I
sucked her nipple into my mouth like a hungry newborn. She arched her back
in appreciation. A hand took a long, gentle tour of Little Elvis, pausing
to admire the crown of the King. The hand repeated this motion several
times.

My own hand was busy. At first, I gently cupped her vulva just to feel her
squirm and squish against me. She rocked her crotch so my fingers fell into
her outer lips and then she rocked into them again and my fingers went
deeper. I felt a shift in the bed and then a mouth on my cock. Silvio had
enough of his appetizer. It was time for the main course.

I moved myself so that he could continue blowing me and I planted my head
squarely into her juicy cunt. She rotated around on Silvio in order to
complete the daisy chain. My cock was getting the royal treatment it so
rightly deserved as he swallowed my seven-plus inches. Her juices were
splashing my face. Silvio was pushing against her as she bathed his
nutsack, taint and rosebud. This was hot.

"Switch," She said, moving to take me orally. Silvio's head was under her
butt. I took to his dick like a lollipop, slurping it and stroking it. It
was thinner and smaller than mine but it was elegant; the pulled-back
foreskin exposed his purple majesty in all its glory. I enjoyed it, every
bit of it. And he appreciated it, too. I could tell. I was able to take all
of him in, even down to his sack.

We must have been in that position for about a half hour when I pulled
myself out of the bed. "Pee Again?"

"No. Wine and a joint and a break. My mouth is sore."

"Good idea."

Standing outside on the porch, we imbibed. Melissa placed her hand on my
chest and tenderly caressed my nipple. "We haven't had a real threesome
with a guy in several years. This is fun. I like how we're in no rush."

"Si. Very sensual."

"I'm loving that aspect, too. Let's enjoy this to the max."

"Have you ever had a threesome before?" I admitted that I had and it was my
favorite way to enjoy pleasure, especially uninhibited pleasure.

She was quiet but then reached down and tugged my cock. "It's like free
love...is back...like hippies, do you know what I mean? It feels good with
you. Are you enjoying it?"

"I am indeed." I was idly stroking and tweaking her nipple. Silvio, who was
now on his knees between my thighs, was also enjoying himself. Man, he
really loved my cock.

"He looks so good in that position, doesn't he?" Silvio had me down his
throat, his nose in my pubes. "He loves to suck. He'll suck anyone, no
offense to you, but I swear he will..." She paused a moment, "But then, so
will I..."

"Make that three of us. I love this sense of complete freedom. How do you
feel about fucking?"

We went back to bed with the intention of producing some mighty orgasms
now. It was all a flurry of bodies connecting exquisitely. She rode my
cock, his cock was between our mouths. I felt her squeezing and drawing me
in deeper. I sawed her in the missionary while he licked and fingered our
assholes. She erupted in frantic bucking with sticky juices gushing from
her hole. I pulled out and sprayed her stomach with an artful spread of
pearly goo. Silvio took my place in her pussy and began to lick my cum off
her body. He shared it with her. She shared it with me.

"Fuck me, Ray. Fuck me while I fuck her. Fuck me, too."

He needn't have asked me twice. No need to beg for it. My cock was still
hard. I spit on his already wet anus and easily slipped in. This highway
was multi-lane and obviously had been seriously traveled before. I pushed
in until I was a deep as I could get but then he squeezed his sphincter
around me and I swear, another inch slipped in rubbing against and over his
prostate. We now got into a steady rhythm of him in, me out, her in, me-in,
him-out with her arching up every other beat. We were all sweating
profusely. Silvio came first with a bunch of thrusts that slapped my balls
against his ass and caused Melissa to shout, "Yes...yes...faster..." He
began to pump his cum into her, I held his hips in place. His sphincter was
squeezing with each burst and it felt divine. When at last he squeezed
hard, I let loose a volley into his bowels. He pushed into Melissa until I
completed my encore. He collapsed upon Melissa and I on him.

We stayed like this for a few minutes until Silvio quietly said, "That was
the best, most intense cum I ever had. No, really."

"Oh, come on, you always say that. When isn't it the best ever? But I have
to say, it was mighty good."

"I give it a five-star rating. These accomodations are terrific!" I got
untangled and headed to the bathroom again. When I returned, they were
asleep. I turned off all the lights and walked out on the porch, lighting a
smoke. I thought about this amazing spot and how lucky I was to find it.
And I only had two more days of it.

Day Two

Sometime during the early morning hours, I felt someone nursing my dick. I
was in dreamland. When I felt my cock get hard, I knew it was no dream,
merely my morning wood. When I cracked my eyes open, Melissa was dressed
and Silvio was nowhere to be seen.

"It's six o'clock. Ssssh. Just listen. Silvio went back home to walk the
dogs and work. You won't see him today. Later on, maybe. I have to go to
work. It's Friday and I have a big wedding coming in today. You won't be
bothered except for Housekeeping at about eleven. I made coffee. I'll try
to stop by on my break. Last night was great." I heard the screen door
close.

I was alone on the big bed. What was I to do? I rolled over. When I rolled
back over and it was ten o'clock. And I still had my morning wood! I poured
a cup and walked into the shower. Rinsing off all the crusty cum made me
appreciate the experience all over again. Boy, was I ever lucky to find
this place. And Melissa and Silvio, wow. How lucky to find a pair of
hedonists, too.

Breakfast consisted of coffee and Oreos. I heard it's what Olympic athletes
train on. I walked outside sipping my coffee, looking at the pristine beach
of powdery white sand. Another beautiful day in Paradise. I set my coffee
down, dropped my shirt and ran into the warm water. The gulf was endlessly
calm, a glassy surface as far as the eye can see. I saw some dolphins break
the horizon. No people, no noise, isolation. Suddenly, a feeling came over
me, a sensation I had not sensed in some time. I got out of the water,
grabbed my stuff and ran back to the bungalow. I had to write.

Words and ideas flowed freely, my sentences were good. My fingers danced
across the yellow pad. I produced nearly ten pages which basically wrote
themselves. I was reading and editing when I heard a cart pull up. Melissa
walked through the door.

"It's okay, don't get dressed. It's just me. It's almost seven, do you want
dinner?"

"Ho...ly shit!...seven?"

"Yeah, seven. I stopped by earlier but you were writing and so I didn't
bother you. But I took a picture."

She showed me her phone. It was a picture of me through a screened window,
sitting naked, writing and smoking a bone, wine glass next to me. I looked
like a real writer, kind of like Hunter Thompson. "I love this picture. You
have to send it to my phone."

"Did you know that Housekeeping was here and cleaned. She said that you
didn't even notice her. And I sent a cutie over, too."

"Uh, I think I remember someone was here. I remember that you came by. Gee,
I'm sorry, I was really into it. I couldn't stop writing...uh, let me clean
all this up and put it away, I'm all dried up anyway..." I collected my
papers and stopped to read one.

"Now come on, don't get into it again!" I nodded in agreement. Shit! It was
seven o'clock. Where did this day go "So, you hungry? How does this sound?
Silvio is still working but unlike you, he just can't stop until the
inspiration runs out of him. He doesn't dry up. And then he sleeps for
about ten hours. He said that he's going to come by later but I doubt he'll
make it. How about I cook up some tacos. Make some margaritas. You roll a
joint and maybe I have a surprise for you later...we'll see...no
guarantees."

"Well, all right. And yeah, I'm hungry. I thought I'd cook up one of the
things I bought in the general store yesterday but this sounds
better...sounds like a plan."

"Okay, get out of here while I cook. Go take a dip before the sun sets." I
gave her a joint and she shooed me out. I heard the blender start blending
up drinks. I love a woman with a purpose.

I didn't even think to get dressed. I lackadaisically sauntered down to the
water. About a half hour later, I heard her call and I lackadaisically
sauntered back. What a way to live.

I walked through the porch into the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I saw
another woman standing next to Melissa. Both were still dressed but I stood
there hanging to the left. Both started to giggle.

"Wow, what an entrance! Ray, this is Mary. She is the surprise I mentioned.
Mary, help me bring everything out to the porch. We'll eat out there, the
sun is setting and there's a nice gulf breeze...Oh, and Ray, don't get
dressed." She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. "Oh, that feels
good to let the girls out." I just stood and watched as Mary, a petite
Latina with a beautiful smile, pulled her shirt off, too. She didn't need a
bra with her small, pert tits nearly filling out an A cup. But, oh those
nipples! Little puffies that were just waiting for my lips. They glided by
me with plates and glasses. I shrugged to no one in general as I slipped
into the shower for a quick rinse.

I pulled my new "lost shaker of salt" tee-shirt on and walked out. Melissa
and Mary were sitting in their panties having shed their shorts. We made an
interesting grouping.

"Hello, Mary. I'm Ray. Pleased to meet you, now that we're formerly
introduced."

"Hi Ray. Nice to meet you, too. Nice shirt...and your pene lives up to
expectations. too."

She and Melissa shared a knowing look. While I scarfed down a delicious
Margarita and some equally delectable tacos, I listened to them.

"I told Mary about last night and she wanted a taste. So I sent her over to
clean the bungalow today but-"

"When I came here to clean the room," Mary jumped in, "you were sitting at
the desk and typing furiously. Naked. And I was horny! I don't think you
ever saw me. I was insulted."

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you today but I was very absorbed. My loss," I
said while I gazed over her small frame.

"So I called her while you were swimming and explained that you were in
writing mode and on another planet and I made her come over."

"I apologize profusely, Mary. What can I say? What can I do?" Then a
thought hit me. "I know!" I jumped up from my chair and went over to Mary.
I got down on my knees in front of her chair and spread her legs. A
perfectly exquisite camel toe encased in pink panties stared back. I leaned
in to worship her cleft. She moaned.

"I told you he was a classy guy."

As I licked, slurped and gently invaded her sweet lips through the cloth,
she moaned again. But this was in between a running conversation she was
having with Melissa. I didn't mind. She had a scent that was sweeter than
most, without a strong musk. And the growing wet spot tasted equally
sugary. Now and then, she would press her vulva into my mouth, or lightly
hump it. However, I didn't want her to cum yet. This was an appetizer, a
forshpice, a lagniappe.

I got up and sat back down. My damp, pussy-eating grin owned my face. I
exclaimed, "Ahh, tacos..."

"That was mean to stop," Mary said but with no malice.

"I was ignoring Melissa. I don't want to be rude."

"How sweet."

I poured another drink and scarfed down a few more tacos. The women just
looked at me and waited to hear me say that I was finished. They were
patient for a while until Melissa said, sort of annoyed at my complacency,
"We'll be on your bed. Join us when you're done."

I was on "island speed." I slowly finished up, nursing my drink and then
maybe after ten minutes, I walked into the house. Before me, two women were
delightfully entwined. The bungalow reeked of women scent. I breathed it in
filling my lungs and my nose better than any toke. I chose to sit in a big
chair and watch.

"Aren't you going to join us?"

"No, I'm going to sit here and take it in. You two are so hot." As I
watched these women, my excitement increased and their familiarity with
each other served to heighten the sensuality. I observed how Melissa
caressed Mary's breast with such delicacy causing Mary's nipple to protrude
like puffy nubs. Mary's hand was in Melissa's crotch but I couldn't see
that, I could only watch Melissa's reactions and they were a porn film unto
itself. Eventually, Melissa began to shift on the bed so she could go down
on Mary. And here I am, naked in a chair watching all this with the hardest
hard-on imaginable.

Mary arched up as Melissa slurped her crack. "Ohhhhh, baby...me encanta"
Mary still had her hand in Melissa's gap and pulled her gently around and
toward her. Now, I had a good old sixty-nine before me. My cock was
bursting, I had to stop stroking it. They were so into it, I was
mesmerized. Sounds of slurps, sucks, pussy farts, queefs, not to mention
groans, moans, and sighs enveloped me. I couldn't take it anymore.

I walked over to the bed with Mary's snatch as the target. I squatted over
Melissa's head and slowly penetrated Mary. My balls dragged along Melissa's
forehead as I gently slid in. I synchronized my strokes with Melissa's clit
bath. After a few minutes of this, I felt Mary squeeze me, sucking me in.
She tensed and cried out, "Oh, mamá, yo vengo.../" as an orgasm washed over
her. Melissa had not so much stopped sucking on her as just let Mary's clit
flutter on her tongue. When at last she let out a satisfied sigh, I slowly
pulled out and moved over to the other side of the bed.

In a moment, my cock was sliding in and out of Melissa. Mary was licking my
balls and fingering my ass. And while I loved being in Mary, Melissa was
better. Melissa was tighter, more reactive and more in control of her
actions. While Mary was a little spinner, she was also a toy. Melissa was a
woman. Getting sucked into Melissa's vagina was a joy, her sugar walls
vibrating around my shaft. Over and over, her pussy sucked on me. As I
would pull out, she provided resistance and sucked me back in. What a
trick! I could only stand this for so long. I felt my orgasm approaching.
"I'm going to cum soon," I panted.

Immediately, Melissa dismounted and turned around. I groaned in
disappointment. "Come on our faces. Paint us." There were two gorgeous
faces just inched away from my cock. I stroked it and flexed toward them as
I came. Strings of cum decorated their cheeks down to their breasts. I
managed to get them in their mouths, too. As my orgasm began to subside,
Mary sucked me in and cleaned me off. I was surprised my the length of her
tongue and how it wrapped around me. Wow! She had a neat trick, too.

They weren't quite done. They both sat up and began to orally clean each
other, showing off their mouths of cum. And then, to my surprise, Mary
kissed me and passed my seed over, giggling all the while. Melissa followed
suit and soon we were swapping my cum back and forth. We had become silly
and it was fun.

"Okay, I have to cum again. Enough with the fooling around..." Mary was a
woman with purpose. She squatted over me and pressed her ass in my face. I
began to rim her. Melissa leaned over and licked her slit. Both of us had
the same idea as our fingers met in Mary's pussy. With Melissa's finger
moving up while mine moved down, Melissa's lips wrapped around Mary's clit
and my tongue in her back door, it took no time to set Mary off.
"Fuck!...Fuck! Fuck!" She grunted deep sounds and rocked in a manic way.
She tensed up and screamed, "Oh, Fuck! Mierda!" and then I felt her soak
up. Vaginal juices splashed out on us. I thrust my finger into her and
rubbed her g-spot. She let out an animal grunt and shook. Mission
accomplished. She slowly collapsed on me as I rolled aside. Melissa leaned
up and we began to kiss.

We lay like that for about twenty minutes when Melissa got up to hit the
head. Mary was spent. "That was as good an orgasm as I can have. Thanks.
"Mi cono, it is still vibrating."

"My pleasure. I was exciting from my end, too."

"Excuse me while I change the sheets." I forgotten that Mary was the maid
and Melissa was the boss. And my host. Lines blurred.

Melissa returned and Mary took her turn in the john. "Well, that was quite
something, wasn't it?" said Melissa as she started to dress.

"Indeed. I'm going to sleep well tonight."

"It's your last night. Make the most of it."

Mary returned and she, too, started to dress. I got up and walked out onto
the porch. The stillness was extraordinary. Then the girls left with
Melissa telling me that I had until five p.m. to check out but that she
would see me before then. Mary kissed me. Kiss kiss and gone. As the quiet
set back in, I thought of this sex marathon I was experiencing and I
considered the need for a vacation.

Day Three

Falling out, naked under the stars, joint in hand, what could be better.
Turning off lights, I wandered into the bedroom and eased myself into the
multiple pillows and I slept well. It was just after dawn when I awoke.
Although earlier than I would have liked to rise out of this comfortable
bed, it was my bladder calling. After a strong, healthy piss, I felt
refreshed. The shower and then the coffee recharged me.

Grabbing my pad, I walked out on the porch and began to pour out words
while I sipped my joe. I liked what I was writing and I was actually having
fun, a rarity in my profession as each word can be an agonizing journey.
This morning, words spewed from my writing hand faster than I could think
them. In no time, it was eleven o'clock and I had seven pages I liked. With
yesterday's output, I realized I was back in the saddle. I had the story
under control again. These few days had cleared my DBS (Dreaded Backup
Syndrome) as well as my Writer's Cramp (not quite a block). I set my
number-two pencil down. I was done for now. All of my words had vanished
but I did not feel drained. I felt good.. I was feeling really satisfied
with myself when Sylvio pulled up.

"Ray, are you busy? Am I disturbing you? I have some of the sketches from
the other day. You want to look see?"

He energetically pulled several canvases out of the car and set them before
me. All were completely different in tone and style. He was a Modernist,
venturing and discovering the subject as he explored different media. One
canvas was of a tall, thin man standing in dark profile. The body and the
face were subdued while the approach to the painting was all angles and
lines. It was very striking but I didn't like it much. It reminded me of a
mixture of Giacometti, Picasso and Kandinsky. Maybe it was too busy.

The next canvas was a square study of my penis. This was done in pencil and
seem very exacting, a true depiction. It made Little Elvis's seven inches
seem longer. This was good (and flattering) but not the sort of thing I
would hang on my wall. Still, it could be a hell of a conversation starter.

The third canvas, however, stopped me cold. It was an abstraction of three
people literally having fun. You could feel the happy laughter. You could
tell the figures were nude but with no gender assigned. And, you could
sense that they were experiencing uninhibited joy by the wild splashes of
color. This was an original and by that, I mean it came from his
imagination and soul. While there was a Matisse feel to it, it was unique.
A smile spread across my face.

Sylvio smiled. "I guessed you would like that one. The people in it are
acting so silly."

"Happy, not silly. Uninhibited. Joyful. Not silly. It's beautiful."

"Well, it is yours to have, if you want it...my gift; a tribute, if you
will...to remember us...and make you come back. I have one more but it is
for me."

He turned a canvas around. It was an elaborate sketch of my rear, bent over
and balls hanging. I burst out laughing and said, "You can keep that." He
laughed, too. He then stood up and proceeded between my legs. Nothing was
said as he proceeded to take my shaft in his mouth. I sat back and closed
my eyes. I wanted him to do me. He did.

I respected his technique. It wasn't enough to swallow my cock. No, he had
to twirl his tongue around the shaft. It was not enough merely to lick my
helmet. He had to tip his tongue into the pee-hole and suck in. Oh, that
felt so good as if the head was all tingly. I must try that sometime. When
he deep-throated me, I swear I could feel his tonsils tickling me. This guy
was a master.

He began to suck on the head and stroke me by twisting up and around my
shaft. Followed by some deep swallows, I couldn't take too much of that. I
was uber-hard. I bucked against his face until I started to feel the cum
rise up from my balls. He was motionless as my spunk began to fill his
cheeks. He stayed this way until I was done and then he gently squeezed out
a dribble more.

"Thank you, Ray. You give a good cum. Is tasty."

"Don't thank me, Syl, your cock-sucking technique is extraordinary. I'm
glad you liked it. Here, let me reciprocate."

"No, no, not now. I have to be somewhere. I will see you later. I just came
here to show you my work but your beautiful cock..." He didn't have to say
anything. Sylvio pulled away and I was in the same position as when he
arrived although a bit looser, to say the least.

I walked into the house for another cuppa and something to eat. I surveyed
the bungalow and figured that when the time came, it would take me five
minutes to pack and leave.

After breakfast, I performed my ritual. I smoked a bowl and ran into the
sea. This was just this side of amazing; naked in an empty beach and not a
care in the world. The temperature was in the nineties and the water was in
the high eighties, a thermal bath. I think I saw someone but he or she had
to be a half mile or more down the beach. As the person approached, I got
out and ran back to the bungalow.

I sat in the shady porch and cooled down. I smoked another bowl. After
about fifteen minutes, the figure approached my beach. She looked my way
but she couldn't see me. She looked fine in her pink string thong and long
legs. She turned around and began her walk back, behind the palms and
beyond my sight. I sat back and closed my eyes, creating a fantasy about
her. This was a very pleasant diversion.

I was interrupted by Melissa and Mary, who had come to clean the bungalow.

"So, how did you like my place?"

"It was fantastic, thank you. It was just what I needed. I'll pull out of
here soon."

"Don't hurry, it's okay. Mary is straightening up the place and then we'll
have some fun. I have a couple of hours free." She noticed Sylvio's
painting. "Oh, that's good. Very good. Silvio was inspired."

"I really like it. I think I'll hang it in my bedroom."

"What? Like an upside-down horseshoe? You should be so lucky!" She laughed.

"Oh, no," I laughed. "It will remind me of these past few days every time I
jerk off."

"Let me ask you something? Did Sylvio blow you when he was here?"

"Indeed, he did. And it was very good."

"I told you he was cum whore, didn't I. I think that's what keeps us
together, I swear. But we haven't met many men willing to play with both of
us in the last couple of years. It's been very lean."

"Well then, before I forget, write down your email and private phone. I
want to stay in touch with you and be a regular thing. It only takes a
couple of hours to get here and I can foresee some open weekends."

"Yeah, I'd like that. Sylvio, too." She took my pad and wrote down her
contacts.

"Hey, you guys. Come in here!" Mary yelled from the house.

"She must be ready for us." We entered the house to find Mary on the bed
with her naked ass in the air.

"Oh, that looks so pretty." Melissa knelt down and kissed her ass.

"Yes, warm me up, Mel. I want his cock. I want him to fuck me."

Melissa turned and took my stiffness in her hand. She gently pulled me over
to Mary's ass. She began to drag my cock up Mary's ass crack, noodling
around her tight pucker and down to her taint. When Melissa pushed the head
of my cock into Mary's taint, she gave out an animal groan, real deep and
throaty. Finally, Melissa reached the opening of her cavern. She lined me
up and pushed my ass forcefully causing me to fill Mary in one thrust. Mary
gasped and pushed back at me. We immediately got into an aggressive fuck
with hard, deep strokes. Every few strokes, I held my cock as I bottomed
out. Mary's legs spasmed a little each time I did that, causing me to
stroke again. She was an assertive little fucker. Meanwhile, Melissa had a
firm grasp on my balls keeping my rhythm on the beat.

We fucked like this for about five minutes when Mary cried out, "Do it, do
it. Harder. Faster! I'm cumming." Melissa turned to Mary's clit and started
rubbing it back and forth in a rapid diddle. That's all it took for Mary to
start spraying her juices all over. My cock was engulfed in a warm bath and
her cum flooded down my legs. Mary started to laugh in gratification as she
reached the apex of her climax, such was her pleasure. She pushed back
against me one more time, letting my cock sit in her warm velvet walls.
Slowly, she pulled away from me and flopped on her stomach. "That was
fabulous...fabulous. Mi coņo se siente tan bien. I feel so full."

I was on my back. Melissa stroked my semi-stiffy while Mary fed me her oh
so succulent nipples. Soon, I was rising to the occasion. While it took a
while, it finally responded. Melissa slapped my ass and then she got on her
hands and knees like Mary had done, ass up. I mounted her and pushed into
her. Apparently, Mary's orgasm had fired her up and she began to fuck me
vigorously. Mary lay watching us and put a hand under Melissa's breast,
fondling and pulling at her nipple. She fucked me hard for what seemed like
forever but was no more than a few minutes.

"Melissa, I'm going to cum soon," I said, "I can't hold back any longer."

"Just stay with me, Ray. Just another minute." She placed her finger over
her clit and squeezed my cock. I was concentrating on holding back. Every
sports image ran through my brain: the 50s Yankees, the '69 Mets, you name
it, anything to let her ride my cock a little bit more. Her flying fingers
were also doing the job on her. With a lurch and some heavy panting, she
started to spasm. Her vaginal muscles seemed to have its own way of doing
things and the fast squeezes could no longer hold me back.

"Here...it...cums." I began to shoot deep into her quivering snatch. We
were both trembling while I pumped into her and emptied my balls. Finally,
I pushed in hard and let the head pulse in her womb. We both collapsed onto
the bed. I slipped out and fell on her back, my sticky dick nestled in the
cheeks of her ass.

We caught our breath. Mary said, "Get up. I have to make the bed. I have
work to do."

"Work can wait. I have to recover. That was great. Come, Mary, let's shower
off."

They left me on the wet, sticky bed and I wallowed in it like a mud
wrestler. My dick was dead but I didn't care a whit. I thought back on the
great sex these past few days. I was lost in reverie when I heard moans
coming from the bathroom. I quietly got up and looked in. There was Mary on
her knees, water splashing over her, licking Melissa. Melissa was holding
one leg up to provide Mary more access. I stood and watched these horny
women. What was it about this island that made everyone fuck like rabbits?
I sure was glad I found my way here.

When they finished, I stepped into the shower and let them wash me down.
But my dick was dead and there was no way I was going to get hard again. We
got out and toweled off. They left me in the bathroom while they went to
clean up the bungalow. Melissa yelled out to bring the keys to her when I
check out and they were pulled away.

It took me all of five minutes to pack up. I packed my car with my bag, my
iPad, my writing and my painting. I put on my "I found my lost shaker of
salt..." tee shirt and sat down in the shade. Smoking one last joint, I
began to reminisce again. Melissa, Sylvio, Mary, cock, pussy, suck,
fuck...yeah, I had a good time here. Did I want to go? No, but I had to. I
finished the bowl and got up. On an impulse, I ran down to the beach,
stripped down and dove in. The sky was a cloudless blue and the water was
like glass. Oh, this was too good. But I had to go. I walked back and
checked out the bungalow one more time and locked it up.

I drove over to The Waters resort and handed Melissa the keys. I told her
to put me on her list and that I would be back as often as I can. There
were others in the office so we both acted very professionally. She walked
me out to my car.

"Here's your bill. I hope you enjoyed yourself, Ray."

"I loved it...and you guys, too. Let's keep in touch." I didn't even look
at the bill. I just tossed it into my car.

"Most definitely. You should say goodbye to Sylvio. He's in the studio."
With eyes watching us, we shook hands and I got into the car. She leaned
into the driver's window and whispered, "You were great, Ray. You were
exactly what we needed. You come back soon, y'hear?"

I drove to the studio. It was off the main road and backed onto the
Intracoastal. This was a nice spot for inspiration. I quietly walked in.
Sylvio was alone, dancing around and painting a canvas. He didn't hear me
enter. I surveyed his studio with all the artwork on display and scattered
around the floor. Sylvio was good but he was all over the place in terms of
style. He seemed to try everything from watercolor to collage, from a
linear sketch to Cubism. He was good but maybe only as a good mimic perhaps
until he was inspired. Then he was an original.

He stood back from his work and noticed me. He smiled and said, "How you
like?", He spread his arms expansively.

"I like. You're good. But, let me ask you, do you have a singularly
personal style or is it a desire to try everything?"

"Hmmm. Interesting observation. I do have a style I lean on that gives me
great satisfaction...and I do want to try everything because it is my
nature...but really what it is, is that I do whatever the customer wants
and likes. I sell it for too much money and it pays for my life here. It is
business. What I love, I keep to myself or give to friends."

"Honest. I understand completely. I really love your gift."

"Grazie. To tell you a secret, I put a little something of myself in every
canvas."

"Like what? Do you jerk off on the canvas?"

"Sometimes!" We roared together. "How about a drink, Ray?"

"No, thanks. I'm heading out and I wanted to say goodbye and thank you. I
think we'll see each other sooner rather than later."

"Thank you for the pleasure we shared. It was an invigorating vacation, no?"

"That it was, Sylvio." He went over and locked the door, flipping the
closed sign and pulling the shade. He turned to me and I dropped to my
knees. I pulled his shorts down and was greeted by his long, thin penis;,
the purplish, angry head waving in front of me peeking through the
foreskin. I placed my hand between his legs and cupped his ass cheeks. I
placed my tongue between his balls and I slurped from his root, up his
shaft, around the head and to his pee-hole, pushing his foreskin back with
my tongue. His body went a bit limp and he sighed. Pulling me up, he took
my hand and led me to a bedroom in the back of the studio, his private
space. Quickly we stripped and stood naked. He walked up to me and squashed
his cock against mine. I remembered that he liked nipple play so I took
them between my fingers and worked them.

He pushed me back on the bed and set up for a sixty-nine, him on top.
Instead, he rolled us over so I was on top. "Fuck my face, Ray. Fuck it."

"Not yet, my friend," and I began to go down on him, savoring the texture
of his soft helmet. Swooping down to get most of his shank, I felt him in
the back of my throat. I squeezed my throat muscles and moaned enjoying the
sensation. I did this a few times, swooping and squeezing, and he began to
spasm. His cum shot down my throat and I swallowed it without tasting it
but I could feel the head throb and pulse and that was enough. I was
surprised that he had cum so quickly, I mean, I was just starting to enjoy
myself. As he came down, I slowly slipped him from my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Ray, but it felt so good. I got lost in the pleasure."

"I'm glad. That was one nut you had to pop."

"Now, let me pop yours. Come on."

"No, Sylvio. I can't cum again today, you guys wore me out. I just came
over to thank you and now I'll be on my way back north. I wanted to give
you something to remember me by. Melissa gave me all the ways to contact
you two and I'll be back before you know it. Now you go back to work."

"Amico. Friend." He stuck out his hand and we shook.

I drove down Blind Pass and onto Sanibel. I stopped at a little general
store for a cup of coffee and an awesome blueberry muffin. I do love a
little muffin now and then. And then I was off again. Down the causeway,
through Ft. Myers and then there was that liquor store again so I stopped
in and bought a few more bottles to take home. When I got into the car, I
noticed the bill from The Waters. I opened it to find that there was no
fee. Melissa had not charged me. The bill read "Friend of The Waters" -
courtesy stay." I was stunned. I sat for a few minutes gathering my wits.

Soon I was in 75 heading toward Tampa. Listening to music seemed too hard
and too distracting for the events that were flashing through my head.
Cinematic events. Did I just have the very best vacation I could ever have?
How could I possibly describe this to my friends? How could I get more of
that incredible sex or see those great people again? My mind flew back to
the raw fun we shared and I was fantasizing again. It's funny how the miles
flew by.

How could I get to have a place on Captiva? How could I make a living
there? That one shocked me back into reality. Now unless the
AbsoluteMegaSuperPower Lottery came in, that was a pipe dream. Which
reminded me, where did I put my stash?

I decided to tell everyone that I found a cheap place on a desolate beach
and I vegged for three days. No people. Isolation. Skinny dipping.

I decided to tell all of you the truth.