Bathing Suits Optional
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When Steven and Lisa attend a big pool party for Hollywood’s most beautiful people, they learn, to their surprise that bathing suits are optional and that’s not all. As they enter the pool enclosure from the conservatory, they discover a wanton orgy is taking place.
Steven wants to leave, but Lisa wants to stay and Join in. Lisa wins and the sex & hilarity begins. More
The Hanson residence consisted of a huge Georgian style mansion on a large wooded lot in an exclusive part of town. We pulled up to the front, slightly embarrassed in our four year old Toyota Camry. The attendant directed us around to the right side. “Folks please pull around to the side. The entrance to the party is through the conservatory. An attendant will park your car.”
Lisa wore only a cover up over her scanty bikini, and I, a Hugh Hefner style, satin smoking jacket over my swimming trunks. Together we made a dash to the conservatory through the cool early spring air. An attractive woman, dressed as a domestic, greeted us and offered to take our wraps. After handing her our wraps, she asked, “And will you be leaving your bathing suits with us?”
My jaw dropped in shock. Lisa turned a little red, but avoided eye contact. I looked back toward the woman. “Excu-use me?”
“Your bathing suits. Bathing suits are optional at these parties.” She winked at me. “After all, they only get in the way.” She chuckled sardonically.
That should have been my first clue, but I rambled on, “No, thank you. We’ll be keeping our dignity on,” I insisted.
My hand wrapped around Lisa’s thin arm as we walked into a beautiful setting of trees, plants, flowers and exotic vegetation. Ambient lighting was supplied only by thousands of tiny lights wrapped around tree trunks and trellises along with several colored floods shinning upward on the more exotic foliage. In the distance, I heard the old classic rock song ‘Louie Louie’ playing.
I whispered in Lisa’s ear, “Did you know about this ‘bathing suits optional’ rule?” as we approached two couples, one sans their bathing suits, who conversed animatedly.
Lisa still avoided looking at me. Maybe it was because there was so much else to look at, unfolding before our eyes, the further we advanced into the conservatory. We stared at a naked couple off the pathway as we slowly passed them. He appeared to be in ecstasy, leaning against a huge boulder while she, stooped on bended knees, stroked and sucked upon his happy appendage. I couldn’t help it. I started to get aroused. I suddenly imagined I was that lucky fellow. I wondered if he knew her or if she was just a partygoer.
Lisa finally quipped, “Nicole mentioned that bathing suits were optional, but I never imagined…”
As we moved along, the music, currently ‘The Midnight Hour,’ grew louder. The pathway swung to the right and as we turned the corner we saw two things. Through a large open doorway and a thick haze of fog-like mist, some of which escaped through doorway, was the Olympic sized pool with at least a two dozen mostly naked, frolicking occupants. To our right was a beautiful lady lying on a park-like bench. Her long blonde hair swept over and down the armrest. She was slender and naked, one long shapely leg draped over the backrest, while the other rested on the ground. Her eyes were closed and sounds of pure pleasure seeped from her lovely, full lips. A tattoo of a tiny butterfly adorned the cleavage of her left boob.
I suddenly had an urge to suck on a boob. Past her lovely breasts in the center of her provocatively rounded abdomen, a pearl teardrop pendant dangled from her navel. My gaze followed her feminine arms, which ran toward her smooth mons, where her fingers dug into a hairy object—A man’s head—which partially hid another tattoo. We paused and gaped at the salaciously involved couple, intrigued. My member now stood at attention and from her body language, I could tell Lisa’s was too. Well, you know what I mean.
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