Fireflies

“So we’re agreed,” said Val, lounging by the pool. “They need to fuck.”

“The sooner the better,” replied Tabitha. “Megan needs to hop on that so bad it’s making her weird.”

The conspirators clinked their glasses together to seal their commitment to the cause.

“How do we get them some alone time without just tying her to his bed?” Asked Val.

A young lounging in a chair next to theirs interjected. “I couldn’t help but overhear,” she said. “But me and my new husband had an incredible and _very private _evening at something called Gazebo Bay. Could I offer some help?”

*****

Tania interrupted Martin at lunch, her customer service smile plastered on. “I don’t mean to be a bother but I was asked to give you these by one of your fellow Grand Prize winners.”

She handed him two rather formal looking invitations printed on cream colored linen paper.

“We offered it to all the grand prize couples already. Since you were travelling alone, we failed to inform you of the opportunity. But your newlywed neighbors told me that some romance might be in the air. We do love love here. So we wouldn’t want a chance to slip by. No obligation, of course, just an option if romance is in the air.” She giggled insipidly.

The invitation was for a dinner in a private gazebo on a secluded bay nearby.

*****

Megan spent her afternoon getting preened at a spa, and shopping for the perfect dress: one that screamed “fuck me” but in a formal dinner sort of way. She settled on a full-length blue lace number that looked as good on her as it would in a pile on the floor, and didn’t need an engineering degree to remove. It was form fitting enough to expose the underwear she wouldn’t be wearing, and transparent enough show through the pubic hair she’d had professionally removed. Her only concern was that she’d stain it with the hot wet anticipation.

She met at the appointed time at a cave entrance at the outskirts of the compound. Martin was already there, in black slacks, white shirt and with the sleeves rolled up. He looked delicious.

Once the stunned silence at her appearance had faded. He slid an arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek. He tapped his band to a pad nearby, and the wooden gate sealing off the cave unlatched.

The cave was quite long, and hardly lit, probably to provide a sense of romance and mystery. The paved path gave way to wooden boardwalk as the ground dipped below water level. It opened at last into a sheltered little bay. Cliffs surrounded it on all sides except West toward the setting sun. There was a small beach, but it was left more wild than those at the main resort, so there were stands of tall reeds and palms flanking the sand.

At the very center of the bay, the boardwalk ended at a wooden gazebo. There, a small table for two with a meal already laid out. No waiters would be bothering them.

The food was light and shareable, with nothing to foul the breath or challenge the stomach. A chilled bottle of wine for sharing, enough to relax with but not so much to dull the senses or soften erections.

Dinner was utterly delightful. A wrestling match between genuinely enjoying their conversation, and the growing anticipation of what was to come added a pleasant tension to the evening.

Even nature conspired in the romance. Sunset was spectacular, and at dusk fireflies appeared among the reeds and began to dance out across the bay.

It was all but impossible not to lean across the table to kiss. They did not try to resist.

*****

Aanya was trapped and starting to believe she was psychic.

She’d spent the morning writing a story about a woman caught in a love triangle. The woman was falling for two different people at the same, but due to her own foolish pride and reckless behavior, they were courting each other instead of her. She watched from the sidelines as they shared a romantic evening together. It definitely wasn’t a story about her and her regrets of the previous night.

That afternoon, she overheard someone talking about a secret beach. It seemed the perfect place to escape her self-loathing for a while. Get away from the happy and handsy couples around the resort and just bask.

She’d snuck through the gate when an employee left it ajar, stripped naked and dove off the gazebo in the bay to reach the little beach. It had been her own perfect private paradise. That is, until some staff loaded the gazebo with wine and candles. She hid among the reeds so the staff wouldn’t see her nude and trespassing. They found her shed clothes, and took them when they left.

She was stuck there until after dark, unless she wanted to parade naked across the whole resort in broad daylight.

Then the diners arrived. A beautiful couple. Her couple.

Martin and Megan, looking utterly splendid and entirely infatuated with each other.

It was almost exactly the story she wrote, even fireflies appeared. She felt as though she had seen the future.

She’d missed a couple of things in her predictions, though. In her story, the lonely observer wasn’t naked. Also, the couple didn’t fuck like rabid animals.

*****

Tabitha pulled up the camera feed and cast it to one of the full wall screens in the lounge of her sci-fi suite.

“How the hell did you pull this off?” asked Val, handing her new friend a freshly cracked can of beer.

The pair sat together on the couch, separated by a bowl of popcorn.

“I really don’t think they knew what they were doing when they gave me this room,” said Tabitha. “The computer is on their private network. It didn’t take all that much to hack into their security cameras.”

“And they have one pointed at the sexy secluded dinner?” Val was incredulous at the invasion of privacy.

“Nope!” Tabitha stated with a sort of pride. “But the one watching the tunnel has a motorized pivot. I spun it around so we could see how our little project is getting along. Don’t worry. I’m feeding the rest of the security system a loop of an empty tunnel.”

“You’re a monster,” said Val, impressed.

“I don’t see you trying to stop me,” Tabitha teased.

Val yielded. She wanted to know how her matchmaking was working. It gave her tingles. That she could watch it happen made her moist.

The pair critiqued the dinner and guessed at the conversation. They cheered at the kiss and screamed with glee when Megan dropped his pants.

*****

At long last she had that perfect penis in her hands. It had been the at the center of her fantasies for so long and now it was real.

The thrill of doing something so naughty as blowing him outdoors had overtaken her. She was on vacation a million miles from consequences. When would she get another chance like that?

She’d unbuttoned his pants and dropped to her knees to start stroking senseless before he had a chance to consider propriety.

It really was a wonderful cock. Soft as silk and hard as maple, long and thick but not so much that she couldn’t imagine it inside her in every way possible.

He almost sputtered out a suggestion to take things back to his room before she had him in her mouth.

God he smelled so good. "Whose crotch smells good?" she thought. Breathing only through her nose that intoxicating mix of musk and vanilla overwhelmed her.

She wanted him inside her, to ride him like in her imaginings. She also wanted to keep those fantasies alive, not to be disappointed by a minute of clumsy thrusting. She would give him the blowjob of a lifetime and keep her memories of that night perfect for years of pleasant dreams.

+10 perform oral sex on master (first x2)

She was right. He came quickly, vigorously, loudly. It made her hot to think someone out there on the water might have heard the cries she’d drawn from him.

She swallowed, smiled, and washed it down with the last of the wine. She was emotionally prepared for him to pass out or wander off as all her former lovers had. She watched as that beautiful penis started to soften, and then appear to change its mind. It was back at full mast and Martin was stepping out of his dropped trousers, not putting them back on.

“Your turn,” he said, voice still full of hunger. He reached for the clasps behind her neck, but paused to give her time to refuse.

She nodded, eyes wide in hope and wonder.

The dress slid from her like a waterfall, leaving her naked but for high heels and a tiny, neatly trimmed patch of hair like an arrowhead pointing to her slit.

Martin pushed her back against the gazebo railing for balance and returned the gesture of getting on his knees.

The first lick was electric. She was so wet, so **** for release that she nearly came right there. As he lapped at her, it was clear that this was more than a perfunctory gesture done out of obligation. He was ravenous.

She gasped and panted as his tongue sucked and swirled on her clit. “I need you inside me,” she moaned as her climax approached.

She spun bent at the waist and braced on the railing, looking out over the bay at the tiny beach and its fireflies. Her feet were spread, her ass out, pussy exposed and dripping with need.

He took one last long lick before he stood and slammed himself into her.

She cried out in ecstasy as that beautiful cock slid home. Having been on the edge of orgasm already, she shuddered at the first stroke. As his pace built that tiny come grew until a new wave of pleasure crashed over her with every thrust.

A rustle of reeds at the shore distracted her, but only momentarily. She could imagine someone there, spying on them. Her old fantasy of being watched brought her to higher heights, encouraging her to perform for the imagined audience, to cry out louder. Her own voice echoing off the cliffs added to the beautiful chorus of sex.

She wasn’t sure how much she could take, and his second orgasm wasn’t as fast as his first. They came together, filling the bay with their shared bliss.

10 Pts Have sex with the master (first x2)

*****

“We shouldn’t be watching this,” said Val, eyes glued to the full wall projection of a blowjob in progress.

“Yeah,” agreed Tabitha, jaw slack, heart racing.

“We should turn if off,” Val said minutes later as Megan swallowed the load. She pressed her knees together to provide some pressure and friction to her demanding snatch.

“Yeah,” repeated Tabitha, Holding the sofa in a **** grip to keep her hands from plunging down her shorts. Even so, she couldn’t hold back little thrusts, rubbing herself against the cushion beneath her.

Neither moved to end the broadcast.

When he entered her, the pair shared a glance. A look of urgent need, but at the same time of worry that their fledgling friendship could not withstand what was about to happen. Their wants were shared, they gave each other permission.

Val plunged a hand down her shorts and began circling her clit with vigor. Tabitha dispensed with any sense of shame, throwing her shorts and panties aside in a flash and plunging two fingers deep inside, **** to be filled by anything.

They gasped and panted, their breath creating a soundtrack to their silent film. Both held themselves at the edge until he came for the second time, and let themselves cascade over together with he couple on their screen.

Breathing hard, glistening in sweat, the braved a glance at each other again. Worries of shame and rejection creeping through in the post-orgasmic clarity.

“We cool?” asked Val, sleepy, content, hopeful.

“We’re cool.” Confirmed Tabitha as she stretched like a cat, enjoying the afterglow spreading through her body. “Holy shit,” she said, eyes drawn back to the screen. “They’re going again.”

Achievement unlocked – Masturbate in front of someone

*****

Aanya had watched broken hearted as Megan went down on Martin. She’d only just met the woman, but she already had fantasies of tender kisses and steamy nights.

She stared with jealousy as Martin lapped at Megan’s pussy. Aanya wasn’t sure which of the two she wanted to be in that pairing.

She was lost entirely in the moment while he slammed into Megan from behind, looking straight into the beautiful doctor’s eyes from her hiding spot in the reeds, reading the pleasure washing across her face.

She simply stared in disbelief as they rallied for another round, Megan straddling Martin and riding him through two more vocal orgasms before she collapsed on top of him.

And then he rolled her over and began thrusting, taking his own pleasure from her exhausted body.

When they finally stopped, when Megan simply could take no more and lay recovering on his chest, it took all of Aanya’s willpower not to swim out and join them. The cock was still hard. She could lick Megan off of him and let him satisfy his needs inside of her while she kissed her sleepy and sated doctor.

She wanted to be them, to be with them, to use them and let them use her. She wanted to get sprayed with cum like a porn star slut then be cuddled to sleep like an adored pet. Fuck, she wanted it all.

She almost went to them. Almost dove in and splashed out of the water naked beside them, to snuggle and fuck. But she was a coward, afraid of rejection, afraid of admitting her desires to herself, let alone those two beautiful people.