Chapter 139

Carefree’s growth was a little slower than Claire had hoped, but it was picking up steam. Every Wednesday — Ladies Day — was fully booked, Except now everyone called it Pussy Day.

The atmosphere was more languid, more relaxed, when men weren’t around. Most of the women enjoyed the conversations, the bonding, the shared laughter, as much, if not more, than the sex.

The Open Door and No-Door policies were ignored — there was simply no need. The girls hooked up casually, feeing no pressure. More of them swam in the pool, and more of them didn’t bother with bathing caps, didn’t worry about wet hair, about makeup.

Claire could easily have sold out a second Pussy Day every week, but she was content to have demand outstrip availability. Besides, she had plans for her second weekday — when she had enough of the guests’ children coming to Carefree, she would set the resort aside for teens and their mothers. Then, thinking ahead, she didn’t want to limit it to teenagers. So mentally she began thinking of Mondays as Kids Day.

On Pussy day, Bonnie pointed out one interesting phenomenon — the women masturbated far more than on normal weekends. Not mutual masturbation, although that was also popular, but individual diddling.

Lounging out by the pool, having lunch with pals, idly watching the closed circuit flatscreen in the party room — masturbation was so casual, so every-day, that no one even commented on it. There was no pressure to get it on with someone, no hurry. The ladies went to Pussy Day with sex as a distinct possibility, but not usually foremost in their minds. It was a sensual atmosphere with all the naked girls, but relaxed at the same time. Three girls might be lazing in chaise lounges, talking idly. One of them, or two, or all three might casually reach down between her thighs, and keep the conversation going.

Slightly flushed cheeks, erect nipples, a little moistness — nothing worth commenting on. These weren’t giggly middle-school girls. They were in their 20s, 30s, and 40s. Most of them were married, most of them had at least one kid, all of them had enjoyed multiple sex partners at Carefree. But on Pussy Day, there was an unspoken understanding — why not keep your motor purring?

No one stared at you, no one commented — it just seemed, and felt, natural.

It was at night, near bedtime, that the hookups became more intense. A lot of it was simple necking and touching each other, like when they were schoolgirls. But that often led to more passionate scenes where orgasms were not only the goal, but expected. No worries about a partner becoming erect, about cuming too soon, about being left high and dry.

Thursday morning hookups were interesting. Most women left early to return to families and work and day-to-day living. But some girls lingered after breakfast. There was one more chance before housekeepers and maintenance descended on Carefree. One more chance in the 30 or 45 minutes left to experience one more blessed climax.

At Carefree, Riley Clooney was becoming more confident, more innovative. She thought up another perk that became an instant hit. She knew that three of Claire’s whores were cosmetologists. They also worked full or part-time in Des Moines salons.

Riley had a beauty section set up in a corner of the pool house. There, the Pussy Day ladies could have a leisurely session and get ‘the works.’ Hair, makeup, nails, pussy.