Chapter 6: Moving Forward

Our trip to the resort was a total success. I’d picked a resort hotel connected to a tribal casino where a natural lakefront beach was one of the attractions. We had connecting rooms on the sixth floor, and we headed up to change into our suits.

I don’t think Diane was expecting me to wear one of those notorious Speedo suits. We turned and faced each other, and we found ourselves unable to speak. Diane’s suit was a normal bikini shape; her breasts and ass cheeks were well covered. But the pale cream color showed little shadows under each nipple and along the crease of her lower lips. She spun to show me how obvious the crevice of her ass was, too.

“You too; turn!” she said.

I showed her my butt, then turned back. Of necessity, I’d pushed my cock sideways. It obviously bulged all the way out over the crease between my groin and thigh, a couple of inches short of actually protruding beyond the edge of my hip.

“That’s quite a swimsuit you’re wearing, Jeff. Why did you buy it?”

“I hoped when I traveled to the ocean, I would attract women.”

“It’s certainly attracting ME. Did it work?”

“It worked on the east coast and in southwest Florida, but not in California.”

“I don’t understand.”

I explained, “The Pacific Ocean is much colder. Unless the weather is really hot, you can’t really enjoy swimming without a wetsuit or something. And the cold water causes, well, shrinkage.”

“I see. I think you’ll do alright here at this resort. What do you think of my bikini?”

“It’s amazing. I’ve never seen one like it. It’s—well, there are no secrets! Where did you find it?”

“Jeff, it’s an ordinary suit from Penney’s. I just removed the inner layer, the linings, so it’s just the clingy nylon.”

“Clingy is right. I’m tempted to throw you on the bed and have my way with you.”

“Ooh! Can we watch?” I heard Tillie ask.

Annie and Tillie had come in through the connecting door from their room. I turned and stared once more. Of course, I’d seen them naked at home, but their suits provocatively highlighted and framed their curves.

The bra pushed Tillie’s large breasts up and out, and the bright pattern of blues and greens ensured she would stand out on any beach. Annie’s more conservative suit seemed to show she didn’t want to attract attention, with tiny black polka dots over a dark gray background. She was far too beautiful to ever be overlooked, regardless of how much her bathing suit covered.

“All three of you are so beautiful,” I said. “You’re going to attract a lot of attention from the penis-Americans.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Both of them looked very nervous. I suddenly recalled that one daughter had just been assaulted, and the other was still having behavioral issues.

“Give me a second,” I said.

I looked in the bathroom and found two robes.

“Girls, we’ll find a quiet spot on the beach where you can be comfortable and enjoy yourself. It’s 11:30. Put these robes on, and we’ll go have lunch at the patio buffet. Then we can go to the beach and find a quiet spot. I’ll be your cabana boy and put a layer of sunscreen on your bodies so you can enjoy the afternoon without getting crispy.”

“I’ll coat your body, Jeff,” snickered Diane.

At lunch, I noticed our table was drawing attention. Even wearing the robes, the girls’ looks attracted notice from both women and men. The waiter appeared.

“Welcome, I’m Lucas; I’ll be serving you today. I’ll take your drink orders, but I’ll have to get ID from your daughters, I’m afraid.”

“How did you know they were my daughters?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“We were watching; I bet the bartender they must be your daughters because no guy your age could have all three of these hot women as girlfriends at the same time unless you were filthy rich.”

Diane looked up at him, smiling.

“You win the bet, Lucas. And, for listing me as the third hottie, you’re going to get a big tip. Since I’m already hot, bring me a big glass of ice water and a Sprite or 7-Up.”

“Right away. Ladies?”

“Coke or Pepsi, for both of us.”

“Sir?”

“Do you have Dos Equis?”

“Certainly.”

“I’ll be back soon for your orders. Today’s special is grilled trout with mushroom risotto.”

After he stepped away, Annie gave me a questioning look.

“Risotto is rice cooked Italian style,” I explained.

She smiled and nodded. I wasn’t expecting a lot of talking from her while we were out in public. Lunch was delicious, and we grabbed extra towels from a table in the lobby and stepped outside. Most of the guests were in the middle section of the beach, where they could easily get refreshments. We moved off to the right and set ourselves up.

All four of us went straight for the water, ready to cool off in the 90-degree heat. Tillie and Diane swam gracefully away to the floating rope and back to us, with several laps in different styles: backstroke, crawl, and so forth. Meanwhile, Annie stayed close to me, using (you guessed it!) the dogpaddle. With her face up out of the water, she grinned at me with her amazing smile.

Diane eased off and came back to stay with Annie; I managed some out-and-back swims with Tillie. The rope line was about 80 yards from the beach and held up by white plastic buoys spaced every eight feet. We stopped swimming, hung on to the rope, and talked briefly.

“I know Mom and Dad are worried about me, and you are too. I wish that whole thing didn’t happen the other night. But I want you to know I’m OK. The way Mom rescued me, I only had a very short time when I was scared. Suddenly she was there with her gun aimed, she forced him to the floor, and she TASED him. He was helpless, and tied up, and then you were there and cut me free. Now he’s gone, and thanks to you I have a pile of money.

“You know what I want to do? I want to have fun while I’m here. I’m going to be carefree, go flirt with some guys, and show off my hot young body. You and Mom shouldn’t worry; I’ll be fine.”

Then she grinned with a saucy look, groped my cock, and swam off toward shore. She knew I couldn’t keep up with her, ahem, strokes; all three of them went back on the beach ahead of me. I couldn’t resist watching three perfect bottoms striding back to the towels.

“Mom said I could get creamed by you first, so I could go flirting.”

Tillie was such a brat. I snorted, and she laughed. She stretched out on her back, and I applied the sunblock to her with my fingers sliding over her wonderfully soft skin. She flipped over and tugged at her bikini bottoms, turning them into a thong with a giggle.