Date: Wed, 14 Jun 2017 12:12:24 -0400
From: oldhippie1949 <oldhippie1949@gmail.com>
Subject: Davy's On The Road Again, Ch. 7

Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 7

The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's
because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble
narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between
women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The
story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to
the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the
characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are
there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy
the telling and the tale.

I wrote this story several years ago and published it on another site. This
version is updated at corrected and in some ways is different from the
original story. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com.

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We arose early and hit the road as quickly as we could. We noticed that
Denis and Carla pulled out just before we did.

"Amy, I have learned an important lesson on this trip."

"And that is?

"And that is that nearly every RVer is a horny bastard."

"I'm beginning to see that - us included."

"Yeah, and my research is telling me that most are bisexual or curious.
It's a whole secret subculture out there."

"Could be. I know I enjoyed last night. That was the first time I ever
turned someone out and I took pleasure in it. She did a great job on me and
we broke in her husband, too. Chalk up two more horny toads into the
subculture." She searched the iPod.

<i>"Give me your dirty love,
Like you might surrender to some dragon in your dreams.

Give me your dirty love,
Like a pink donation to the dragon in your dreams...

...The poodle bites! (come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it! (snap it!)
The poodle bites! (come on, frenchie)
The poodle chews it! (snap it!)"

"Fucking Zappa always cracks me up! Poodle bites! What a sense of humor!"

It took several hours to get to the Skywalk and although not that far away,
it was an indirect route over some snarky roads. But both of us wanted to
do this and, like the rest of our trip, it was a case of
what-the-hell-where-to-next. And I can tell you that we did it and we sent
out postcards to prove it. It was an expensive ticket but the thrill of
standing above the canyon and looking down was un-fucking-real. Amy grasped
my hand tightly as we slowly strode around the big "U" shaped glass path
overhanging the cliff. When we reached the center, we felt as though we
were floating in space and it was a very cool experience. I suggested that
maybe we should build one off the edge of the secret mountain lodge. Amy
thought it unnecessary since all we had to do was have sex by the window
and we were soaring. I nodded in complete agreement. We smiled at each
other when a hawk sailed past us.

After walking Santo (and by the way, he doesn't care much for cliffs,
canyons nor precipices - he likes the view but not the edge), we headed
south to Peach Springs in order to pick up Route 66 to Kingman. Route 66
was like a road to nowhere that goes on forever. Sure, we passed some
arcane gas stations and lots of interesting desert terrain, and a line of
mail boxes that ran for a mile but it was fairly boring. Most of it looked
like the Pixar film, Cars, only not as colorful until we approached
Kingman. We stopped to take a picture of Amy standing by a big Route 66
sign. We stopped at a silly looking building and bought some Route 66
chachkes - key chains, a roach clip, a couple of t-shirts and some other
crap that I can't remember but we seemed to be filling up a junk drawer in
the trailer.

Catching 95 South to Lake Havasu City was a pretty fast trip. We parked
near a good view of London Bridge and had lunch - the last of our
refrigerated cache of Aspen's culinary delights. Santo liked this place and
was more comfortable walking lakeside rather than precipice-side.

It would take us all afternoon to get to Palm Springs but that was our next
stop. As we traveled through Havasu, Amy had a great Wi-Fi connection. I
asked her to find an RV dealer in Palm Springs to have the trailer cleaned,
lubed and tweaked while we were at the spa. She found a place and gave them
a call. A few minutes later, she told me that everything was set; tomorrow,
the dealership would meet me at the spa and take the trailer in exchange
for a car. It sounded good to me.

"That works for me, A. I'm sure it costs a bit more for all the service,
but I feel like pissing some away. You know, what the fuck, it's only a
buck!"

"Davy, baby, don't worry about money, okay? We're both on this trip
together and we're also both loaded, so who fucking cares. Stop worrying
about nickels and dimes. As I see it, we've saved a ton of money so far -
and we bypassed Vegas!"

"God, do I hate Las Vegas - unless, of course, they book me there."

"I hate Las Vegas, too. I've never been there and don't ever want to go. I
just hate the idea of it - so ersatz. It's creepy to me."

Havasu to I-10 was not that hard a ride and before long, we were passing
Joshua Tree State Park. In honor of Gram Parsons, I pulled over and we sang
"Hickory Wind", "Hot Burrito #2", and "Wild Horses." Santo did his business
(symbolically, he put out Gram's immolation) and having fulfilled my
mission to pay my respects, it was a jaunt up to The Rancho in Desert Hot
Springs and the temporary end of our road for a few days.

We were greeted by several doormen who helped us unload our stuff. While we
left a lot in the trailer, there were other items (computer, guitar, dog
and food, etc.) we took with us. We checked in and were led to our suite,
the best one in the place. This suite had a large second floor terrace with
an interior daybed overlooking the facility, the gardens and the mountains.
It was late at night by the time we checked in and the sky was
breathtakingly covered in stars.

This resort was very luxurious, to say the least. It was highly recommended
by Hotels.com and The New York Times and other travel and tourism sites and
magazines. On our way to the suite, we passed several nude couples and we
smiled at each other. The valet informed us that the pool and hot tub were
open and, if we liked, we could stroll the gardens. We flopped on the king
sized bed and stretched out. Santo found the couch to his liking. I set out
his bowls and rinsed myself off in the huge multi-headed shower. Amy joined
me and suggested we go for a dip and a tub to unwind. I agreed after
smoking one of the half-joints we'd clinched.

Leaving Santo in the room was not a problem as he was stretched out and
snoring away. Amy and I draped ourselves in the complimentary robes and
sandals and left to reconnoiter. We walked through the desert gardens and
marveled at the sky. We passed several nude couples and soon our robes were
untied and, like us, hanging loose. The cool, dry night air felt good. We
passed another couple sitting on a small platform doing the deed. At first,
I took little notice but when Amy whispered that it was a well-known TV
actress, I did a double-take. Damn, if she wasn't fine! I should start
watching more TV! Not!

We made it over to the pool and took a few laps. There were a few other
people in the pool and a very friendly attitude seemed pervasive. The hot
tub was next and it removed any residual driving stress I might have been
feeling. Finally, it was off to bed - a super king-sized bed with lots of
room to roll around! Santo liked the bed, too, because, in the morning, he
was down on the bottom, under our feet.

Breakfast and coffee were delivered as I was preparing to walk Santo. The
Room Service valet offered to have someone come by to walk him for us. A
few minutes later, a pretty woman came for him and introduced herself as
Callie. She offered to stop by several times a day to take him out. When
she returned from her walk, she asked if she could keep Santo with her and
her own dog during the day. She explained that they really liked each other
and it would be no big deal, that her dog would love the company and that
the hotel had a private dog run to play in, with a shaded and watered area.
I told her that I would bring Santo down to her office and we would check
it out. Amy said that she would meet me at the spa as we had a massage
appointment.

Enrobed, I walked Santo down to the main office. It seems that our dog
walker was the daughter-in-law of the spa owners and they had built the dog
facilities for their own pets. Callie, who actually ran the resort, was
very gracious and welcoming to Santo who was busy sniffing her dog, Roxy.
The dog run was as luxurious as the rest of the place with lots of shade
and I agreed to let him stay there. He didn't even notice me leaving.

I met Amy at the spa entrance where she was in conversation with two other
couples. Amy's robe was loose but they were nude and well-oiled. Breaking
from them, we walked in.

"They said that our Tandem Massage will be awesome."

"Tandem massage?"

"Yes, we're both getting massaged together. And then after that, we have a
yoga class and then lunch and then you can suntan and lay around while I
get waxed. This stubble is starting to itch and bother me. I think I'll get
rid of the landing strip, too.

"Ok, baby, lead me on. You know, I thought I had a rash on my face but now
I realize what it was."

"Liar, liar, pants on fire."

We were taken to a quiet room that was open to the desert gardens. We
tossed our robes on hooks and lay down on massage tables facing each other.
The room smelled of lilacs and the sound of a waterfall outside made us
both instantly relaxed. Hector and Julie entered the room. Hector was a
strapping Latino with a powerful upper physique. Julie was a wiry Latina,
very pretty and small featured. Both wore professional white - Hector in
pants and Julie in pants and a bra.

"If you like, I will start on you, Mr. Harper and Julie will start on the
lady. If you like, we can change places at any time. Our massage is a full
and sensual massage and, again, if you like, you can always set the limits
to whatever you are comfortable with, Many of our guests enjoy the full
body massage."

"Take us where you want to go, Hector. We're putty in your hands."

"Very good, Sir."

Amy's head was about six inches from mine and we smiled at each other as
their hands began to work our legs, backs and arms. After our fingers were
stretched and kneaded, they rolled the tables apart and began on our necks,
shoulders and heads. After finishing, they exchanged places. Julie went
from my neck down to my toes. She dripped oil on my buttocks and began to
work on them. The oil dripped down to my testicles. I heard Amy give out a
sigh and I assumed the same was happening to her. Julie's hand slowly moved
down between my butt cheeks and she massaged my rectum. I parted my legs to
give her more access but she slapped my butt and asked me to roll over.

Julie had dropped her pants and was in a small white thong. Hector was also
thonged and his dick was pushing against the small cloth front leaving a
clear impression. He was obviously enjoying Amy's body. I rolled over
sporting a woody and damn proud of it. Julie oiled me up and went back to
work after rolling the table around so I could see Amy, with our faces
opposite each other. Hector was working her legs and thighs and Amy's five
o'clock shadowed mound looked tempting. Julie was moving around my body but
just always missing my dick.

"Do you mind if we get nude, too," asked Hector.

"Not at all. Go for it," I mumbled.

Julie stripped down to her shaved pubes and small pointy-nipped tits.
Hector was hanging to the side and rubbing Amy's chest. Amy's hand was
already around his fat, uncircumcised cock. Julie rubbed my chest and then
got onto the table above me where she proceeded to use her body as a
massager. Her hard nipples brushed against my chest as my nipples hardened.
She straddled me and my dick ran between her ass cheeks. My hand caressed
her soft little ass. As I was just beginning to enjoy it, they traded
places again.

Julie went right to work on Amy's breasts and seemed to take an extra
delight in their heft. Meanwhile, Hector was oiling my crotch. With one
hand, he rubbed and tweaked my nipples and with the other hand, he stroked
my dick. Meanwhile, Amy was getting a similar treatment.

"Would you like me to finish you off, Sir?"

"Actually, no, Hector, if you will just rub me down again, that will be
fine."

"Very good, Sir, your yoga class follows this. We will take you to it."

Amy didn't have the same choice as I watched Julie expertly finger her to a
small orgasm. We lay limp as they sponge bathed us. Then we followed them
to the yoga center. I went to tip Hector and he refused it saying that our
suite included everything including a 25% gratuity for all services...and
worth every penny.

The yoga room was already filled with people. We found a spot toward the
back and sat down on mats fully prepared for the typical stretching
exercises. An older woman, perhaps in her early seventies, with a gentle
voice and demeanor walked to the front of the room.

"Hello everyone. My name is Lillian and I will be your instructor. Our
exercises are designed to help you increase your stamina and your
concentration during intimacy with your partner. If you feel uncomfortable
in anything we do, you need not participate. However, I suggest you do
participate because you will thank me later. First, we want to stretch the
body and center the mind. If you will please remove your garments, you can
hang them on the hooks along the wall."

As we started our stretching, I looked around the room and surveyed just
how many good looking people were present, and there were quite a few. A
couple of pleasingly pudgies but no fatties, a few with odd shapes and
features but no creeps - in short, a pretty good looking bunch. I was
distracted by the bodies around me as it is difficult to focus inwardly
when you are gazing up someone's vagina as they bend over. The couple
closest to me were young and in superb physical shape. Unfortunately, my
mind was fondling with firm breasts.

Amy commented to me that she was having the same problem only with his
nine-incher when Lillian asked for our attention.

"Now, I realize that most of you have never experienced group nude yoga and
it must be very distracting for you to see all these beautiful bodies
around you. So before we continue, I'd like to take a moment for you to
meet each other. If we can go around the room and introduce ourselves, some
of the self-consciousness and discomfort will disappear. You start."

We went around he room with each person identifying themselves and where
they call home. As each person went in turn, all eyes were upon them and
their bodies. After some nervousness, it did seem to relax everyone a bit.
Then it was back to stretching. This went on for twenty minutes or so. By
now, I'd stopped sneaking glances and was focused upon centering myself.

"Ok. very good. Now if you will all sit, please. This yoga class is part of
your three-day schedule if you choose it to be. Each day, we will focus
upon different sensual exercises. Today, I want to help you to focus on the
sensuality of look and touch. Please sit opposite your partner and next to
the nearest couple so that your knees just touch. That's right, form a long
line. Good. Now concentrate on the sensation of the person in front of
you...you feel their knees touching you, right?...Not pushing but just
lightly touching...Now feel the sensation of the person on your
left...good...now the person on your right...very good...now imagine all
the knees in this room touching each other and feel the energy...close your
eyes and feel the connection you share with those around you...now touch
your fingertips to the fingertips of the person in front of you...very
lightly...yes, that's good...breathe in that energy and breathe
out...breathe in that energy and breathe out...very good...please continue."

This exercise graduated to holding hands and then to rotating to the left
and then the right. Each time, the sensation of group energy seemed to
increase. She broke us into smaller groups and had us sit in a circle. With
our palms outward, she had us cross our arms and connect our palms to the
person next to us. In order to do that, we had to make the circle tighter
and so body parts sometimes got in the way but eventually, we completed the
circle and sat there in a collective - breathing and feeling. It was very
relaxing and, at the same time, powerfully sensual.

"All right. I want you all to break now. Go for lunch and whatever and I'll
see you all back here at 3:30."

The crowd mingled for a few minutes and then broke for lunch. Amy and I
returned to our suite and filled out our meal requests. There were a few
notes: our trailer had been picked up and a red Prius was out in the lot
for us; Callie wrote that Santo was fine and there was a note from someone
named Mark. It read, "I saw you earlier and while you probably don't
remember me, I played violin on one of your early recordings. It's a
pleasure to see you again and I'll introduce myself at the pool."

I opened the laptop and checked my email which was full of comments about
the YouTube video. I checked YouTube and the count was over 85,000 views.
There were lots of positive comments, too, as well as more pleas from the
business suit side which I skipped over. Danny wrote that he would tend to
the suits for me. Lunch arrived at about the same time Denis and Carla
walked over to our terrace. Like us, they were nude.

"Hiya guys. When did you get in?"

"About two hours ago. This place is great. We've been surveying the
facilities."

"Denis, are you feeling self-conscious?"

"At first, Davy, but not anymore. I like walking around naked and seeing
all the other naked people, too. You were right, Amy, it is very
liberating. We played some touchy-feely with another couple in the pool."

We sat and chatted about the Skywalk and the ride to the resort. Amy asked
Carla to join her at the spa for a wax and she agreed. They left and said
they would meet us by the pool. Denis and I shared a nicely rolled number
and talked about the freedom and luxury of the place. He was glad we had
talked them into coming. Their smaller suite was right next to ours and had
an adjoining door which we unlocked. Denis turned to me and touched my
chest. Electricity flowed between us and he asked if I would be interested
in a little sex before the pool. I thanked him but told him that I
preferred to play with Amy present. I told him not to worry as we would
play later which seemed to satisfy his urge. We headed over to the pool and
lay down on lounges. The sun was strong and the air was warm and dry and it
felt damned good. After a few minutes, a young woman came by and asked if
we would like some sunblock. She rubbed sunblock all over us leaving
nothing uncovered. "Nice touch," I thought to myself. A few minutes later,
another young woman asked if we would like something from the bar. As I
sipped my banana colada, I watched as nubile people frolicked and splashed.

After a while, the sun became too much for us and we moved into the shade.
A tall thin man with wiry hair approached me, "Davy Harper, right?"

"Yes. Hello. Mark O'Flannery, right? Long time, man, long time. How are
you?"

"I'm great, Davy. It's great to see you again. It's nice to hear your music
again. I caught that YouTube clip from Aspen, it's all the talk in L.A.
these days."

"Thanks, Mark. That was a fun night."

We talked about the resort. He and his wife, Deb, were frequent guests as
it was a good escape from their home in Laurel Canyon. Mark had plenty of
session work and had become one of L.A. most wanted players as well as a
recording artist in his own right. Denis asked him about the kind of sex
that goes on at the resort. Mark explained that, during the week, most of
it goes on after dinner, after the day-tripping people leave. The weekends,
he said, were very intense with lots of people. He preferred the place
during the week when it was quieter and more laid back. We sat and shmoozed
for a while and Mark pointed out all the celebrities in attendance. I
pointed out that it was easy to miss them as you don't look at their faces.
Finally, we saw Amy, Carla and another woman, small, blond and stacked,
walking toward us.

"I see that Deb has made the acquaintance of your wives."

Oh, no, Amy and I aren't married but we are 'significant'," I responded.

The three stood in front of us wrapped in their white robes. "Ok, boys, you
ready?" They removed their robes and stood naked and smooth in front of us.
I ran my hands up Amy's legs, "Mmmm, nice and smooth." I cupped her vagina,
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmm." The other women were getting the same treatment. Carla
turned to me and asked me to cop a feel. I ran my hands along her legs, I
cupped her vagina and I ran finger along her slit and then into my mouth.
We ordered more drinks and the six of us chatted away.

"Might you be up to jam later?" asked Mark.

"Sure. When?"

"Maybe right after dinner - by the fire pit?"

"Good. I'm in."

Soon, it was time to return to our yoga session with Denis and Carla in
tow. The session started the same way, with stretching and breathing
exercises. This time, we were asked to create group hugs. Lillian sat up on
a table and began to speak. She was naked as well and it was somewhat
disconcerting to stare into her pussy.

"I want to talk about sensuality for a few minutes...sensuality is
something that you exude, it comes from within...it is not just the yoni
and lingum which exude this, it is your entire body, mind and soul, it is a
totality. Bringing on an orgasm is a wonderful experience however the
journey can be even better than the orgasm itself. It can create very
powerful energy. I am going to teach you some techniques to increase your
perception of your own sensuality. Are there any people here who feel that
they have a problem getting in touch with their sensual side?"

A few people raised their hands and Lillian brought them to the front, four
women and five men.

"Ok, I want you to pair up but not with your mate. Stand and face each
other. Come here, you're my partner for this experiment. Now I want you all
to close your eyes and extend your fingertips to the other person's face. I
want you to lightly trace your fingertips around their features...now
doesn't that feel nice? Ok, keep doing it for another minute. Good...Ok,
now I want to take it a step further. Keep your eyes closed. Reach across
to your partner and lightly, with your fingertips, touch the other person's
breasts. Did you feel that charge? That's what we are seeking, that
sensitivity of touch and the response of your nerve endings...We want to
understand that our entire body is a sensory organ. Ok, with that in mind,
I want you to go back to the person's face and lightly, with just the tips
of your fingers, retrace their features. Good..yes...that's right. Ok, now
drop your hands and open your eyes. Did the fingertips feel different this
time...perhaps a bit more sensual? I know that is the case because...here,
take a deep cleansing breath through your nose. Now exhale. Now do it
again. Do you smell that? That is the scent of your bodies releasing
pheromones as a reaction to your touch. Do you see the connection. Do you
feel it? You may all sit down now...Your body is one huge sensitive
organ...not just your sexual parts...but the whole totality of your body.
Turning the whole body on like this will relieve any stress in your chakras
and open you up to increased sensuality. Now if everybody will please stand
up and face your partner."

Lillian led us through some stretching and touching exercises. Soon the
entire room smelled of sex. Finally, she requested that we sit facing each
other with the male wrapping his legs around the females' butt and the
female placing her legs over the males' thighs. She asked us to get close
enough so that our privates touched and then back off so there is a slight
space between us. She guided us through more breathing and touching and
ended with a quiet meditation.

"Now I want you to practice this tonight, either together or in small
groups. I call it the "couple's position" and it is something you should
become familiar with. You have your homework and I'll see all of you
tomorrow morning."

We headed for the pool as Carla and Amy joked about how damp they were. I
was feeling very relaxed and I fell asleep for a little while. Amy woke me
and said that she and the others were horny and was I interested in going
back to the room. In short order, we were all sitting on the bed and
smoking a joint. Carla said that she wanted to continue Lillian's lesson
and sat in front of me, wrapping her legs over my thighs. Amy did the same
to Denis. Very quietly, we touched and lightly caressed each other. Carla's
fingertips grazed my glans and down my penis which was now quite erect. I
ran my fingernail along her slit and was greeting with sopping lips. I
pulled her closer to me and my penis easily slipped into her. He held each
other closely and lightly rocked. It was quiet in the room as we controlled
our breathing. I felt Amy grab my arm for balance as she teetered onto
Denis. After a few minutes, we broke and changed partners.

Carla smiled devilishly and said, "I want you to taste my smooth chooch.
Feel how soft it is." I did as I was told.

"Now, change. Denis, you taste me." Carla's pussy tasted and smelled
different - a little funkier - but the softness of her vulva felt more than
fine.

"Nice," said Amy, "now me - and then I have to fuck my man." Amy took a
long lick provoking a deep sigh from Carla.

She then got into the 'couple's position' and we began to rock back and
forth, controlling our breath. My hands pulled her into me and we clutched
each other as we rocked. Denis had Carla in the doggie position as he
pumped his cock into her. Carla was growling and moaning as she pushed
against him - she was getting seriously fucked and loving it.

"You feel like a glove...like a second skin, I just love the way you feel."

"Mmmm, I know...I like this position, it makes me feel full."

We began to rock a little further and it made us both laugh, it was a giddy
fun. It distracted Denis and Carla who stopped to watch us. Carla placed
her fingers at our point of juncture and rubbed us which only made us
giggle more. Denis stood up on the bed and placed his cock between our
mouths. Amy and I shared his lollipop with long lips strokes culminating
with our tongue kisses at his tip. Denis was dripping pre-cum and warning
us that he was cumming. Carla came around the opposite side and placed the
tip in her mouth. That was it for him as he started shooting his semen on
her outstretched tongue. Amy and I shared a kiss with her and licked her
lips.

"Oh man, that was totally awesome," Denis declared, "that was like...like
fireworks...a Grucci show...on the East River...Fourth of July...only
better."

"Now me," said Carla as she lay down. Amy and I pulled her legs apart and,
like kittens, licked her up the inside of her thighs, taking turns on her
pussy. Denis drew fingernail circles around her nipples. Amy and I replaced
our tongues with our fingers as we kissed and shared her juice. She rolled
onto all fours into the doggie-style again. Amy crawled beneath her into a
69 as I plowed her soft twat. Like Amy, this is one of my favorite
positions and, true to form, Amy could not get enough of the both of us.
Amy squirmed around as Denis went down on her. Carla was so wet and
slippery that I kept falling out so I rubbed my taut helmet against her
pucker and was surprised at how easily I slipped in. Once in, I marveled at
how tight this hole was and I increased my pumping. Amy and Carla were now
deep in orgasmic throes and as Carla came, her sphincter squeezed my cock
again and again until she expelled me and came. They both came in a tumble
of skin, grunts and heavy breathing.

I got up to take a leak and wash myself off. When I returned, I was
surprised to see Callie, Santo and Roxy standing in the room.

"He's just the best, Mr. Harper...and I apologize for disturbing you."

She stood there naked and holding two leashes. My eyes traveled over her
body and the small rose tattoos, one on her back shoulder and one near her
shaved puss. My dick rose to the sight.

"Please, call me Davy. Would you care to join us, Callie?"

"Yes, I certainly would but I only play with my hubby, Tony, present.
Perhaps later? How does that sound? Maybe I can show the ladies the new
Sybian we got yesterday. It's still in the box and needs to be broken in.
What do you say, girls?"

"Ooh, I'm game," said Amy, "Davy told me all about his experience with a
Sybian in Missouri and I'm curious."

"What is a Sybian?" asked Carla.

"It's an amazing fuck machine," said Amy, "and it's supposed to give you
the orgasm to end all orgasms..."

"Supposedly, it's like being on a bronco machine - only much much better."

"Okay, Callie, we're hooked. Meet us after dinner at the fire pit. Davy and
Mark are going to jam for us."

"See you there," Callie said on her way out.

"And now, how 'bout I make my man cum?" Amy suggested as she rubbed my
balls. "Come here, baby, and lay down."

I lay down as six hands began their tour of my body. I closed my eyes and
allowed the myriad sensations to lift me. Hands traveled around me and
turned me on. Three tongues now slurped on my tool but soon, one mouth
started in to suck me. I looked down and Carla was gently pushing Denis's
head up and down. Amy leaned down and we softly kissed and licked each
other's lips.

"Ugh...Denis, you're making me cum...I'm gonna..."

Shoot, I did and he sucked up every drop. He looked up at me, smiling. "My
first swallow," he giddily exclaimed. I pulled them all onto me and the
four of us lay quietly satiated in a group hug. Then we all got up and
walked out the terrace right into the hot tub. Long afternoon shadows were
now enveloping the resort and evening was coming on. A cute young couple
joined us in the tub and we made some small talk for a few minutes until
they started to play with each other. At that point, we left the tub and
went to our rooms. I got a call from room service asking if we would like
our dinner served. Amy selected the menu while I got down on the floor and
played with Santo, giving him his favorite belly scratch. He responded by
sloppily tongue-washing my face.

The waiter arrived with our dinner which was a perfect Salmon Steak
prepared with a light meuniere sauce. It went nicely with the Sangiovese.
As we dined, the waiter outlined the evening's schedule.

"After dinner, you are invited to an impromptu jam session around the fire
pit with singer/songwriter Davy Harper and violinist, Mark O'Flannery..."

Amy and I cracked up and had to explain to the waiter that we were not
laughing at him. I commented that what started out as a little music
between friends was now a concert performance with no set list.

The waiter continued, "After that, you are invited to the club for an
amateur pole dancing contest."

This brought a twinkle to Amy's eyes.

"Oh, I see...I bet that another one of your skills is that you are a pole
dancer, right?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, loverboy!"

We took a quick mineral water shower and dressed. I wore a loose pair of
shorts and a resort t-shirt. Amy wore a skimpy little blue bra and a tiny
blue pareu. It was partially see-through and a pleasure to ogle when she
sat down. I grabbed my axe and we walked over to the fire pit where we met
Mark and Deb, who were also walking in. We were both surprised to see a
crowd of about 100 already there. A fellow named Lewis asked us if he could
jam on harmonica and, naturally, we agreed.

Mark and I talked about where to start and what to play but he suggested I
just call out the song and the key and he would find his way in. I noticed
that the crowd had grown and I thought to myself that nearly all the guests
and some of the staff were there. I saw Denis and Carla in front, Callie
toward the back and lots of eager faces in-between.

"Thank you all for coming. I must tell you that Mark and I are surprised to
see you here since we just intended to play a little bit with each other.
We have no repertoire and no set list. The last time we played together was
over thirty years ago...(the audience gasped). Lewis here asked to jam and
we've never played with him. My partner, Amy, might add some harmony, too.
So now you know what the thing of this gig is all about...Driving here, on
the way to the resort, Amy and I passed Joshua Tree State Park and we sang
some songs in memory of Gram Parsons. We'd like to warm up with one of
them, "Hot Burrito #1" (to the band) in B flat, okay?"

<i>"You may be sweet and nice,
But that won't keep you warm at night,
Cause I'm the one who showed you how to do the things you're doing now,
He may feel all your charms,
He may hold you in his arms,
But I'm the one who let you in,
I was right beside you then..."

Amy jumped into the chorus and Mark added a perfect break.

<i>"Once upon a time you let me feel you deep inside,
And nobody knew and nobody saw,
Do you remember the way you cried.

I'm your toy I'm your old boy
But I don't want no-one but you
To love me no I wouldn't lie
You know I'm that kind of guy."

Lewis brought his soulful harmonica in at the end and we walked out of the
song smiling broadly. The audience gave us a very rousing welcome. We all
beamed at each other.

"I don't know about you folks but I will tell you that I enjoyed that...a
lot! Hey Mark! Thirty years, huh? It feels like yesterday. Now that we have
warmed our voices, let's loosen up our chops. "I've Been Working"...Van
Morrison? in A?"

<i>"I said, 'Woman, woman, woman, woman,
You make me feel so good.'
'Woman, woman, woman, woman,
You make me feel so fine.'
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright..."

Someone in the audience turned a small trash can over and deftly pounded
out a groove. Each of us stretched out and had fun, even dancing around. We
ended the song on the dot. We knew we were in a cool pocket and we dug it
as did the audience. Over the applause, there were calls for some of my
older songs. I looked to Mark and Lewis and they nodded their approval.

"It's been some time since I sang my old songs. I'm surprised that any of
you even remember them. I hope I do, too! I sang some last week up in Aspen
and it felt good so I think I'll give it another shot. Let's keep the
groove going. This one is called "Sally Take A Ride"...keep it in A." I
felt a wave of recognition pass through the crowd. As I was ending it, I
turned to Mark and said, "...right into "Mighty Fine"...in A, modulate into
the bridge with an F Sharp" and he nodded in understanding. We walked into
"Mighty Fine" and another wave of recognition passed, this time greeted
with loud applause. Again, Mark, Amy and Lewis were there and on the money.
Damn if it didn't feel fine.

I turned it over to Mark, who introduced a medley of American jigs and
reels that he had recorded with Yo-Yo Ma. Mostly, it was a solo effort
until he segued into "Yankee's Revenge" and I began to pick a counter
rhythm, we met at the end and walked right into "Turkey In The Straw" and
out. The crowd roared appreciating his virtuosity. We turned to Lewis and
he asked for a G blues. He started a Muddy Waters rhythm and let him ride
until the end of the first verse, then we jumped in and laid down a funky
bed. Lewis was good, very good and he reminded me of Butter, a miserable
and obnoxious son-of-a-bitch junkie who could play like an angel so long as
you kept the cocaine from him and yes, I miss him dearly. Now, I was deep
in Lewis's blues groove and it felt good. We pounded it out and now I
sensed that we owned the audience. I turned to Amy for a song.

"For my song, I want you to surprise me, Davy. Play me something."

I thought for a moment. "Hey Amy, I've got a song that Woody Guthrie wrote
about me long before I was born. It's called "Gypsy Davy". It's one of the
first songs I ever learned." I began to pick.

<i>"It was late last night when the boss come home,
Askin' about his lady,
The only answer he received, "she's gone with the
Gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Davy..."

Mark and Lewis played an English folky Fairport Convention kind of backing.
Our garbage pail drummer kept it rolling with a sort of Morris Dance feel.
Amy and the others were enrapt. I was pleased to be holding their attention
with this obscure tune.

<i>"There in the light of the camping fire,
I saw her fair face beaming,
Her heart in tune with the big guitar
And the voice of the gypsy singing,
That song of the gypsy Davy..."

Amy was now humming a harmony.

<i>"No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves,
They're made of Spanish leather,
I'll go my way from day to day,
And sing with the Gypsy Davy,
That song of the Gypsy Davy,
That song of the Gypsy Davy"

We gave the song a big a cappella finish in four-part vocal harmony. While
the crowd applauded, we laughed and slapped five. A wave of slight
weariness seemed to pass among us.

"I have to thank you folks for your support tonight. It feels great playing
with these guys. I'm loving it and I'm sure they are, too. But we're kind
of beat - you know it takes a lot of hard work to walk around this place
naked all day! Also, my eyes hurt from all the...uh...sun. (laughter) Only
now, I don't know what to play." Someone yelled out "The Aspen Song" which
received some applause. I looked to Mark and he nodded. "In B flat...Amy
and I wrote this and the next day performed it at the Woody Creek Tavern
just outside of Aspen. Somehow, a video of it turned up on YouTube and it's
becoming viral. It's called "In The Key of Me" but everyone seems to call
it "The Aspen Song." You can call it whatever you like so long as you
remember it. That will suffice. We're going to see if it works tonight."

<i>"If I am circling with the hawks high up in the air, I know I'm there,
If I'm in the redwood tub all naked and bare, I know I'm there,
If I'm at Woody Creek Tavern eating fish tacos, medium rare, I know I'm
there,
There must be something in the water, I think you'll agree,
Something that makes everyone so happy and free,
That something is In The Key of Me."

Mark took a break with a waltz beat. Amy and I looked at each other in
blissful wonder - what a great beat. The song ended with a fiddle sound
close to a Cajun waltz and lots of smiles.

"That's it, fellow sybarites. Thanks for coming. Thanks for your vibe."

The audience would not let us go without one more.

"Ok, ok. I have one more and then we're outta here because there's a pole
dancing contest in the club that I have to see. First, I need to wet my
whistle. Can I get a glass of water?"

I turned to Mark and Lewis and asked if they knew John Sebastian's song,
"Amy's Tune." Lewis brightened immediately and said it was one of his
favorite harmonica tunes. Mark wasn't so sure about it but I knew he'd find
his way. I took a few sips of water and addressed the crowd.

"Now this song was written by an old friend of mine. I dedicate this song
to the woman with the best heart and the best mind I know...and she also
has great tits and an ice-cream ass. Here's to you, darlin'. It's called
"Amy's Tune."

I started to play the intro and Lewis picked up the melody and it sounded
great. Mark came in at the bridge and played a solo that sounded like the
ghost of Stephane Grappelli. As we closed out the song, we let Lewis play
the final phrase alone and then we joined him in the final chord. The
applause was considerable and strong. We bowed and applauded the audience
and then hugged each other. We pulled our garbage can drummer over and
hugged him, too. We shared that wonderful feeling of having played a very
fine set.

"Davy, that was immensely satisfying. We must do this again. Are you going
into the studio anytime soon...because I want to be there."

"Mark, let me have your contacts because I don't know yet. Jimmy Buffett
wants to do something but we haven't firmed anything up yet."

"Great. Let him know I'm on board, will you? I've played with him and loved
it."

"Of course, I will. I loved this. We all melded so well...and you, Lewis,
you were great. I want your contacts, too. I love your tone...somewhere
between Larry Adler and Paul Butterfield."

"I used to play but now it's only for my grandkids. But you made me feel
rejuvenated, Davy, and I feel wonderful right now. I'd play with you
anytime, man. You give off the best vibe."

We were surrounded by people wanting autographs and I needed Amy and Deb to
get us out of there. We went to put away our instruments and agreed to meet
at the club. Denis and Carla joined us in our room and popped a bottle of
champagne. They were bubbling as much as the bubbly.

"Oh, man. That was great. Totally awesome. What a show." I felt my
post-performance crash coming on and flopped down in a chair. There was a
knock on the door and Amy opened it for Callie and her husband, Tony. Santo
saw her and started to happily jump around.

"Davy, Amy...this is my husband, Anthony." We shook hands and I introduced
them to Denis and Carla.

"Call me Tony, please...I just want to tell you, on behalf of the
management, that tonight's show was one of the most memorable events we've
ever had here at the resort. I cannot thank you enough. It was great!"

Denis started passing joints. It was just what I needed to remove that
post-performance edge I get.

"I can't believe that you can just pick up instruments and make it sound
like you've been together forever. That is really remarkable."

"Those guys were so good. It was a real pleasure as well as some incredible
luck. I guess the vibe was right," I explained.

"No, there was no luck there, Davy. You seemed as comfortable as a pair of
old shoes. There seemed to be no effort at all!"

"Well, like I say, it's not work. It really is pleasure to play music. It
wasn't always like that but you can thank Amy. I sure do."

"Amy accepts your thanks, loverboy, now let's go to the club. There's a
pole I want to ride!" She slipped on a blue thong to match her bra.

"Like I haven't heard that before!"

Callie added, "After we do the pole, are you guys still interested in the
Sybian?"

Amy and Carla's eyes widened. "Oh, I forgot all about that! Yes, let's do
it!"

We walked out the terrace right into the club which was just across the
plaza. It was rocking inside and it was crowded. There was a lot of
backslapping and even more autographs to sign. Mark and Deb walked over and
I introduced them all around. We sat at a reserved table near the front and
as soon as we were seated a deejay announced the contest. Any woman who
wanted to participate had to go to the deejay booth and sign up. The women
got up except for Carla. Amy grabbed her hand and pulled her along ignoring
her protests.

We sat and watched as woman after woman got up to dance. None of them were
particularly very good at it but the eye candy appeal was great. Callie was
announced and with a dancer's body, she turned up the heat. Deb was next
and she, too, knew how to work the pole. Carla followed and she did a
credible job for someone inexperienced with pole dancing. Amy was next and
she requested a particular song, Madonna's "Like A Virgin". Needless to
say, my Amy was spectacular. She had all the moves down. Midway through the
song, she stripped off her bra and threw it on my face to loud clapping.
Clad in her thong, she whirled around the pole and ended the song hanging
upside down. The place went nuts and as she approached the table, we gave
her a standing ovation.

"All those workouts finally paid off!," she laughed. "I've been doing pole
dancing at the health club for a couple of years. I makes me feel so
naughty!"

"You looked it, babe!"

The contestants went on for another half and hour and while some were good,
nobody could come close to Amy. She won a bag full of sex-toy goodies. With
the contest ended, music played and many couples started to dance, some of
them nude. That was when Callie took our hands and steered us to a private
room off to the side. Tony popped another bottle of champagne and Denis lit
another doober. The room was dimly lit but there in the center was a brand
new Sybian sitting on a thick pile rug over a mat, it's attachments in a
disinfectant tank and the empty shipping carton off to the side.

"I hope you don't mind but I want to ride it first. I've been trying to buy
this for over a year. Can you believe there's a wait list for one?" The
other woman walked around it and examined it. "Let me show you how it
works. Basically, you pick out an attachment...let's see...I'll take this
one (it was about 8" long and slightly curved)...you put it over this
stalk. This controls the speed and the motion and then you straddle it and
go for a thrill ride." She pulled off her miniskirt and lowered her bare
twat onto the dildo. Then she turned it on "low". Immediately, she grinned
and let out a gasp. Turning to Tony, she winked and said, "You can do a lot
of things, baby, but you can't do this!" She picked up the speed a little
and turned on the motion control which almost threw her off the machine.
She eased up on the control and began to rock with it.

"Oh, oh...oh my goodness." Her hands gripped her small breasts and she
glazed over. After a coupe of minutes, she upped the speed again and
increased the motion. Now she was making incoherent sounds and pinching her
nipples.

"Oh my, that looks like fun - weird but fun," said Deb and the others
agreed. We men were silently stroking ourselves.

"Unhhh,unhhh...omigod, omigod. Tony, come here." Tony quickly moved to her
and held her shoulders while she ripped off his shorts. His cock was as
hard as granite and about 10" long. Callie quickly stuffed it into her
mouth. Her orgasm was coming and her cries were stifled by his slab of
meat. She squirmed and wiggled as the Sybian brought her over the edge.
Finally, she collapsed on top of it and turned it off. She was panting and
holding on to Tony.

"Wow!" went around the room. She slowly dismounted and looked up, "Who's
next?". She rolled over onto the carpeted floor in a satiated heap.

Deb asked if she could go next and she took off the dripping attachment and
tossed it into the disinfectant. She selected one with three sections, a
nub for her clit, a 6" dildo and a small round ball for her ass. She fitted
it onto the machine, lubed it and then squatted over it. We watched
intently as she slowly slid it into her pussy. She turned the speed on low
and then a broad grin filled her face. She placed the motion control on low
and it made a different sound, you could tell it was pumping up and down.
Her nipples popped right out.

By now, we were all naked. I was trying not to pump my dick too much as I
watched Deb, who was in thrall. As she increased the motion and the speed,
she leaned into the clit nub. After a minute of this, she rocked back onto
the ass ball and let out a long deep growl.

"Mark," she cried out, "come on me...come all over me." Mark stood in front
of her and began to seriously jerk off. Callie had now recovered and was
rocking on Tony's cock. She was very vocal about it, too. "Fuck me with
your big hard cock...fuck me, T-bone!" and to Deb, "Ride it girl, ride that
monster." and to Mark, "Splash her face with your cum...cum on her...I want
to see you cum."

Deb started to shake and writhe about. Her breasts looked as though they
would burst. Mark started shooting strings of white ropes of cum on her
face and on her breasts. Some of us were cheering him on. Deb leaned
forward on the clit nub and let out a long groan until she, too, collapsed
on it. Then she rolled over onto the floor and fell into Callie, who hugged
her and helped her calm down. Callie wiped Mark's cum onto her finger and
fed it to Deb. She took a little taste, too.

Carla was next. She selected a two-part attachment with a 5" dildo that was
fatter and sort of triangularly conical. It had a long scooped cup that fit
over her clit and her slit. She slowly and carefully lubed it up and slid
down upon it. "Mmmm...this feels good already." Then she turned it on and
her eyes bugged out. "Jesus, it's touching my G-spot. Oh, God it feels so
good...it feels so good." She immediately turned up the speed and control
and began to ride it like a bronco. "Oh God...ride 'em cowgirl!" She held
on for dear life as the machine pounded her cunt. You could hear her pussy
squishing against it and making farting sounds as it moved around her
walls. "Help me...hold me up...somebody." Amy and Denis moved to her sides
and held her in place as she shrieked away on her wild ride. "Shit! Shit!
Fuck!" Amy leaned over and squeezed her breast, Carla clamped her hand over
Amy's hand. Denis took the cue and pulled on her nipple. "Yes! Fuck
yes!....Yessssss! Omigod! I'm squirting! Omigod! Move over Deb, here I
come." and she pulled up off the dildo which let out a loud pop and then a
flood of pussy juice (and I do mean a flood!) poured out of her. She moaned
and rolled off the Sybian into Deb's arms, utterly spent.

"They're dropping like flies," I remarked with subdued awe.

Mark looked at Carla and dryly commented, "Okay, Miss Pole Dancer, let me
see your license and registration."

Everybody including Carla laughed although it seemed like more of an effort
for Carla who was still panting. Comments flew around the room. "Denis,
your days are numbered!" and "Denis, don't ever let her behind the wheel."
and "You ever think of professional rodeo?". Amy and Denis took a towel and
dried off the machine, Naturally, Denis placed the dildo into his mouth and
sucked on it to hearty applause. Amy looked through the attachments and
selected the long one that Callie first used. She fastened it onto the
Sybian and walked over to me.

"Lube me up, Big Boy!"

"Gee, nobody's ever said that to me before."

I licked her pussy and liberally soaked it up. She patted my head and
turned back to the machine. Squatting slowly, she inserted the dildo into
her freshly waxed woofer. She looked at Callie and Tony and wondered if
they were insured. Then she turned it on "low" and promptly let out an
"ooof."

"This is nice. I like how it moves around inside. It tickles a little." She
turned it up just a bit. "No, it tickles a lot!" She increased the motion
and it caused her to lean forward and push her hands onto the saddle to
balance herself. "Oh dear, that is something else."

She closed her eyes and went with it, riding it and running her hands up
and down her body. "Davy, come here and feel this. Play with my clittie." I
did as I was told and felt the hum, the buzz and the motion through her
clit. Her clit, meanwhile, was as hard as I have ever felt it. "Hold me,
Davy, I'm going to tune it up." She increased the speed and the motion and
now I could sense her vaginal walls trembling. I ran my other hand around
her ass and ran a finger into her tight pucker. She whooped in response. "I
need more hands on me." Everyone gathered around her and began to touch and
caress her, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Tony moved my
hand from her butt and replaced my finger with his. Callie rubbed her
nipples around Amy's face. Amy's eyes were closed, she seemed quietly
determined. The entire room was quiet as we all felt her up and played with
her. She started in to moan and her eyelids fluttered. Oddly enough, she
was quieter than I expected. I figured that the Sybian would make her
scream but I was surprisingly wrong.

I could tell when her orgasm was approaching by the fluttering of her
eyelids and the trembling of her shoulders. She seemed to be absorbing the
experience internally but I saw the signs. She threw her head back and let
out a low growl followed by a low moan that didn't seem to end. She pushed
her pelvis down on the machine and started to shiver. She was close. The
others sensed it too and gave her space. And then it came accompanied by a
louder moan that seemed to rise into keening, her body began to slap at the
machine and finally she arched her back and let the laughter out. It was a
long and powerful orgasm and when it peaked, she couldn't catch her breath
between the laughs. She stopped the machine and continued to shake
accompanied by deep-throated laughter. She lifted her vagina off the dildo
and rolled into my arms. I held her until she recovered.

"That was some experience, let me tell you," she finally uttered in joy, "I
think I prefer my Davy but that certainly was a thrill ride. They should
make that an accessory for cars - autofuck!"

We all laid around on each other and joked about the machine. All of the
guys were envious that there was no male attachments unless, of course, one
considered it for anal pleasure. I chose to pass on that as did the others
- with the exception of Tony who said that his day was coming. We gathered
what little we had and left to go back to our rooms. None of us had any
steam left and sleep sure looked good.

"Tomorrow night, Tony and I are having a little party and all of you are
invited. Every now and then, we invite some of our best guests for a little
orgy at our place and we have some fun. I'll see all of you tomorrow. Good
night, fellow cumsluts!"

Santo greeted us with the usual kisses and yipping around. Five minutes
later, we were all asleep on the big bed.

In the morning, Amy and I had a leisurely breakfast. Callie stopped by to
get Santo just as we were heading for our yoga class. The day's schedule
looked to be similar to the one before - sybaritic, hedonistic and utterly
indulgent.

Today's class focused on prolonging ecstasy. After stretching, Lillian
commented on how much she enjoyed the prior night's jam and she selected
Amy and I as her example couple. She placed us on the large table in the
center of the room and we got into the couple's position with Amy's legs
over my thighs. I was not hard at all and most likely that was due to
fatigue. Once we were mentally at peace and physically centered, Lillian
showed us some exercises on how to increase our sexual excitement and then
back off. We did this several times and each time, I seemed to become more
excited and erect. Finally, with just a few minutes left to the class, she
allowed Amy to climb onto my dick but Lillian stopped the lesson just as we
(and everyone else) were getting serious.

"Good. Excellent. Now I know that you are all ready to consummate but not
now. Later, when you try this, you will see that you can do these exercises
longer and longer each time and when you do finally consummate, it will be
very, very powerful. It is not as disciplined as Tantric Yoga but it has a
similar affect - maximal enjoyment. I will see you all later this
afternoon."

We got off the table and Lillian thanked us for being perfect models. She
said that she had observed that we were very in tune with each other. She
also said that while we sang at the jam, we gave off a very sensuous aura.
We thanked her for the lovely compliments and headed directly for the pool
to cool down. Under the shade, we both napped until a staff member woke us
to ask if we would like lunch by the pool. Mark waved to us and came over
with a margarita in hand.

"Deb is recovering from last night by having a spa day, so I'm just loafing
around."

"I'll be joining her after lunch, " said Amy, "it seems to be a perfect
afternoon for that." She pointed to the sky and it looked like rain was on
the way.

"That was some night," opined Mark, "good music, great sex...are you two
ready for tonight?"

"What could be so special about tonight?" Amy inquired.

"Well, to start with, Callie and Tony throw a great party. They pretty much
run this place and if they like you, you're as good as gold...and they like
you."

"To be honest with you, Mark, I wouldn't mind snuggling with my honey
tonight. I have a bunch of things on my mind plus I think my pussy is sore.
Also, I'm not feeling so good today."

"So you think about them all day and then rest up. Tonight will be a blast,
you'll see."

"You amaze me, Mark, in that you're a frequent guest here. You must have
some stamina."

"Yeah...well...you know...I like getting high. I like being naked. I love
to fuck, I love Deb...and so, every now and then, it's a great pressure
release from L.A. Deb and I return ready to take on the world again. This
place is a great outlet if you can afford it and fortunately, we can. I
certainly don't mind getting primal and indulging myself on occasion."

"Yes, I can see that."

"Me, too," added Amy, "I like the complete hedonism of the place. If I
could spend 51 weeks of the year with Davy and 1 week here, I could handle
that." She pushed her salad away. "And now, boys, I leave you to yourselves
while I go for a facial - and no, not the kind that you two are imagining!"

"Enjoy it, luv. Hey, Mark, let's go over to my room and smoke a jay, waddya
say?" Mark and I wandered over to the room and lit one up.

"So, Davy, are you going to come back into the biz? You're on a roll, you
know, and you should run with it."

"I don't know about that, Mark. I'm enjoying the music again but I don't
know how much I would enjoy the business. If I could play small rooms now
and then, I wouldn't mind. But, to be honest, in this day and age, I don't
know about selling records or playing big venues. It's a different game
today and I don't know if I want to play."

"Do me this, okay? Talk to Jimmy and see what he has to say and then talk
to my guy in L.A., he handles artists who do what they want to do and not
the other way around. He works with Ry Cooder and Jesse Winchester and
Allan Toussaint and people like that. I think you would fit right into that
crowd."

"I only wish..."

"No, I'm serious. You connect to audiences...always did. Your catalog still
has legs. Let me ask you this; when was the last time you got a royalty
check?"

"Hahaha,  a royalty check! I get little checks now and again. I think
Warners is still charging me for studio time! In fact, the last time I got
a royalty check, I bought Shadow Morton lunch. He's still waiting for
Shangri-Las money!"

"Just keep an open mind is all I'm saying."

The phone rang. It was the RV dealer asking if I could come by tomorrow. A
few minutes later, Callie called and said that Santo seemed to be feeling
down and could I come by. Mark and I were buzzed but somehow we made it to
Callie's office. Santo was out in the dog run just sitting in the shade.

"He's not as playful or as responsive as he was yesterday," Callie told me.
"He doesn't seem with it."

As soon as we walked out to the run, Santo saw me, jumped up and ran over
to me. He was making little whimpering noises. I scratched his head as he
licked me. "Are you missing me, buddy? Do you want to go for a walk?"

I leashed him and we walked the long perimeter of the resort. He seemed
perfectly fine to me and I think he just missed me or perhaps thought I had
abandoned him. Meanwhile, Mark and I chatted about the business. When we
returned to Callie's office, I told her that he was okay and that I would
take him back to the room.

We got back to the room and relit the joint. I scratched Santo's belly and
he was very happy. He wouldn't leave my side.

"So when are you leaving here? You're going to L.A. next, right?" Mark
inquired.

"Yup, that's the plan. We'll probably leave tomorrow or early the next day
- depends on Amy and the RV. I have a plan in my mind to terrorize the
record company and my publisher."

"Good. They need some heavy whoop-ass. We're leaving tomorrow but I'm going
to make you an offer. I'm playing a very cool show on Saturday night. It's
a fundraiser for the Greater Los Angeles Food Pantry and I do it every
year. I'm on the Board of Directors. Will you come by and we'll do a number
together? I'll email you the particulars."

"Sure, dude. It's a worthy cause. I'll do it."

"Great. Want to hit the hot tub for a little while. I think that's about
all the time we have before the rain hits." Sure enough, the clouds were
approaching and the mountains were already veiled.

With Santo in tow, we slid into the warm bubbling water. There were two
women in the tub and they were deep in conversation. What caught my eye was
their stupendously large breasts bouncing off each other as they spoke.
Santo lay down right behind my head and soon he was snoring. After about
fifteen minutes of this, we bid goodbye to Mark and headed back to the
room. I hit the bed hard and was in peaceful slumber within moments.

The phone woke me. It was Amy asking me if I was going to attend the
afternoon yoga class. I shook myself awake, put out some water and food for
Santo, gave him a little kiss and headed down to the class which had just
started when I walked in.

Lillian was passing out blindfolds to each person. I found my spot next to
Amy and put it over my eyes.

"Now, I am going to give each one of you an orange. I want you to very
slowly peel the orange. I want you to feel the orange, sense it, know it.
I've taken away your sight because, for this afternoon's lesson, I want to
increase your sense of touch. While you are peeling it, try to disassociate
yourself from the rind and feel your fingers. Feel how they feel against
the peel. Feel the tips as they sink into the meat of the fruit. Go ahead."

It was a good exercise as it brought back a form of sensory relaxation I
remembered from a sojourn to Esalen many years before. By the time I
started to eat the orange, I was feeling my tongue and my teeth and not so
much of the orange itself.

"Very good. Now I want you to take off your blindfolds, toss the rind away
and wash your hands in the basins against the wall. One couple per basin. I
want you to wash your partner's hands and then come back to your spots."

Washing Amy's hands took on an extra dimension after peeling the orange. I
was in tune to her skin and she mine. We returned to our spots.

"Okay, I want you to put the blindfolds back on now and get into the
couple's position. In this exercise, I want the female to keep her hands at
her sides and I want the males to trace her features with your fingertips."

I lightly traced my fingertips around her face, touching all of her very
lightly. My hands slowly traveled downward and I traced my fingers around
her breasts and her nipples. I could feel her nipples respond to my touch.
I moved my hands downward along her side and then to her thighs. I was
getting hard, too.

"Ok, that's enough. What did you feel? Did you feel her respond? Did you
respond? I notice a lot of erections around the room so I think you did!
Take a deep inhale and smell the scent of arousal. Wonderful. Now, let's
reverse roles. Ladies, touch your men."

Amy began to trace her fingers around my face. It felt so good I was
smiling. She could sense the smile and she let out a little giggle. Then
she moved down and lightly scratched at my nipples which responded by
getting instantly hard. She traveled down my sides. I expected Lillian to
stop there but I was wrong.

"Now, I want you to lightly touch his penis. Feel all around it and trace
it with your fingers. If it feels like he is going to release, stop
immediately."

My breathing was regular and I felt totally centered as Amy explored me. I
was hard but not ready to orgasm. Rather, I was enjoying her touch.

"Ok, stop. Will everyone please stand up. Please leave your blindfolds on.
Thank you. I am going to take each of you by the hand so just follow me."

After a few minutes, Lillian took my hand and led me to another spot. She
quietly asked me to sit. A few moments later, I heard her approach me and
felt another body sit down on me in the couple's position."

"Now, we will repeat the experiment. Gentlemen, start touching."

I knew that this was another woman by her weight and how she sat. I traced
my fingers along her face and tried to visualize her features. Her nose was
larger than Amy's, her lips smaller and thinner. Her hair around her eyes
had a different texture. As my fingers traveled south, her breasts were
smaller, too. Her nipples were longer though and they stood up like
pencils. My fingertips traveled down her sides and I could smell her
arousal, musky and sharp. My fingertips traveled up her thighs and moved
around her vulva. As Lillian called out to stop, I ran my finger up her
slit and then directly to my nose and in my mouth.

"Okay, reverse roles."

My partner repeated the sequence upon me. When she reached my cock, her
fingertip technique was not as tender nor as subtle as Amy. Needless to
say, I was just as hard.

"Ok, please stop and stand up. We have a few minutes left and I want to try
one more experiment. As always, if you are uncomfortable, you need not
participate...but it could be fun."

Lillian took my hand and led me to another spot. I was now sitting knee to
knee with people on either side of me. I don't know how many of us were
there together.

"Ok, with your fingertips, start exploring."

My left hand traced another woman. She had short hair and large puffy lips.
Her breasts were small and very firm. She felt young to me, at least that
was my sensation. My right hand explored a man. He had bushy eyebrows. His
cheeks seemed puffy. His chest was very hairy. I was traveling along his
legs and up his thighs. His penis was hard and I traced around his glans
which was somewhat small and had a pointy sort of feeling to it. While I
was there, I felt the hand of the person on his other side and we traced
each others hands.

My cock was now being traced my two hands, one with long fingers and long
fingernails, the other was clearly rougher and more masculine.

"Okay, stop. Everyone please stand and take five steps forward. Good, now
turn to the right or left and take another five steps forward. Very good.
Now please remove your blindfolds and look around the room. Can you
identify your partners in the experiments? No, you can't. How did you
visualize them as the experiment went on? Can you identify them now?"

Everyone looked around the room and glanced at all the facial features as
well as the genitals. I could not identify anyone.

"Now find your partner and give each other a kiss. Very good. Are you
senses all tuned up? Good. There is no lesson tomorrow morning and I hope
to see you in the afternoon. Thank you, all."

Amy and I smiled at each other. "That was neat, wasn't it?" I asked and she
readily agreed. Lillian walked around the room talking to people and she
reached us just as we were leaving.

"Did you two have fun with that?"

"Yes, Lillian, it was very cool. It wasn't as exciting as I thought but my
fingertips had a lot of fun."

"Well, Mr Harper, that is what it was all about. I understand that you will
be attending Callie and Tony's soiree tonight. I will see you there and
perhaps we can continue the exercise. See you later. Na mas te."

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