Chapter 20: Liquid Kisses

The day after Christmas in the early afternoon Josh and I drove the big eight passenger Suburban down to the airport to meet the flight from Denver with Carl, Katelyn, Doug and Beth. We went early and checked on the Citation. I noted we’d have to get it washed down with glycol before we flew; a thin layer of frost and snow covered the whole top surface of the sleek jet. There were other similar jets there with the same problem.

Later, in the passenger terminal, there were shrieks of joy from Katelyn after she disembarked from her flight and she saw us. She ran through the security barrier and threw herself into Josh’s arms. I used her as a role model to welcome Carl and Doug as well. Then I thought, what the hell, so I also embraced Beth and gave her a very tender welcoming kiss. She kissed back – ‘hot’. I liked being bisexual – it doubled my chances for a hot, fuckable date.

Katelyn and I kissed too; anyone paying attention would have paid even more attention. She and I kissed and hugged, lingering, as we looked deep into each other’s eyes. She leaned in a nibbled on my ear lobes then whispered to me, “I am so hot to make love to you guys. We’re here to fuck, fuck, fuck.” She pulled away and grinned at me.

We started walking arm in arm towards the luggage area, I said back to her in a whisper, “What about Doug and Beth?”

“Same agenda,” Katelyn said with a grin.

“Good,” I said. “We’re ready, willing, able, and horny. I would like Josh do me this morning so he’s all full of cum just for you.”

Katelyn shot me a mischievous look and said, “Good. I’m ready.”

We collected the luggage, including skis for Doug and Beth, and loaded it all into the car. Half an hour later we’d unloaded it all at Eagle Pines. The lodge quickly absorbed all of us.

Everyone migrated to the Great Room. I played hostess and served everyone some beer and wine as well as some warm hors d’oeuvres that I’d made up that morning. Josh stoked up the fire. The afternoon weather had cleared so through the large wall of windows we watched the mountains surrounding Aspen change colors and gradually darken as the sun dropped and the shadows lengthened.

I give an A+ to Doug for being observant. He saw the erotic photograph album I’d given Josh sitting on the coffee table. We’d made no attempt to hide it away. The cover had the most demur photo on it but required careful study before you could decipher it. Doug had finally figured out it consisted of two nude women – Alex and me – embracing each other behind about a dozen layers of veils.

Suddenly, Doug said, “Wow! What’s this coffee table book? Interesting!” He picked it up and I watched carefully as he opened the book to the first page – my Marilyn Monroe shot. He studied the photo and then suddenly a smile spread across his face as he realized the model had been me; he shot me a glance to see if I seemed at all embarrassed. I wasn’t. I smiled at him.

He returned to the album and turned the page to the photograph of me in the chair – full frontal nude with gaping pussy. He sputtered and almost spewed out a swallow of wine he’d just taken. I laughed as he looked up at me in some kind of call for help. He started a short coughing fit.

The others seemed oblivious to his plight or the album, as he looked further into it. About mid-way into the book Beth became curious what he was looking at. She shifted down the couch and asked, “What’s the book?” Carl and Katelyn turned towards Doug.

He responded to Beth, but really to all of them, “This is the hottest ‘coffee table book’ I’ve ever seen. It’s pictures of Megan. Look over my shoulder, I’ll start back at the beginning.”

With Beth beside him, Carl and Katelyn moved behind the sofa to look over Doug’s shoulder as he slowly turned the pages.

The Marilyn Monroe calendar shot evoked some polite praise, however, page two with my beaver shot through the chair brought everyone to a freeze. Carl finally exhaled and said, “Whoa! Very nice and very hot.”

Beth agreed. She turned to her husband and said, “Turn the pages faster, I want to get to more of the ‘good stuff’.

I guess the good stuff for Beth – and apparently Katelyn, Carl and Doug – turned out to be the first shot where Alex was nibbling on my pussy and I reposed in my orgasmic afterglow.

Beth said, “Holy fuck! Is that what I look like when I cum?” She turned to Katelyn who nodded to her.

Carl said, “My hard-on has a hard-on. This is very erotic, Megan.” Doug turned a few more pages. Carl added, “You know this makes me want to skip dinner and just start making love to you? And I haven’t even seen all the photographs.”

I laughed and said, “No sex until after dinner – except what you self-inflict.” Everyone booed my ribald statement.

Eventually Doug asked me to explain the album and who my paramour was in the photos. I told the story about Alex and I and then how I’d come up with the idea for the album and she’d jumped at the chance to take pictures while she was visiting from London.

The album proved to be the icebreaker I’d hoped it would be. We talked about erotic photography and even porn. I mentioned that Josh and I were planning a second volume, with Alex, when she and her professional photographer husband Jeremy came over to attend our wedding. Questions and discussion flew around the room. There were lots of ‘Would you’, ‘Could you’ and ‘Will you’ questions amongst them. Laughter shifted from a release of nervous energy as one after another of my erotic photographs got seen, to true light-hearted humor as more and more of Alex and me and our erotic acts together were revealed.

By the end of the afternoon I felt much more comfortable with Doug and Beth as I’m sure they did with Josh and me. We already knew Carl and Katelyn well – very well.

We’d arranged for all of us to go back to the Hotel Jerome for dinner – the same venue where Fiona and Ray’s wedding rehearsal dinner had been held seven months earlier. Thus, at seven o’clock the six of us piled back into the large car and drove down to the town.

By unspoken agreement, we paired off with others in our six-some; I wanted to get to know Doug better so I latched onto his arm as we walked from the car to the restaurant. Katelyn had made it clear that Josh was hers for the night, thus Carl and Beth coupled up.

I am sure Doug and I were both assessing each other regarding our sexual prowess and willingness. By this time, and after looking at fifty erotic and pornographic photographs of yours truly, I thought he should be about ready. I sure was.

To help break the ice, after we were seated I took Doug’s face in my hands and delivered the most simmering kiss I could conjure, including a mix of tongue and touch. I let one hand stroke his neck in a sensual manner as we kissed; the other hand I allowed to slide gently up his thigh as though I sought stability during the kiss.