Chapter 6B

The trip is a lousy one. We flew from London to New York had a two-and-a-half-hour layover and then caught the flight to Hamilton.

That's three bad meals, two bad movies, and a long, long day. At least we were in Business Class. Thanks, Nick.

Mary, traveling from Boston through Newark arrived ten hours before we did. As we creaked off the plane, tired and cranky, there she was. Lisa got the first hug Amanda got the second. I got the third hug and a kiss. Even Barb got a hug.

We shared a cab with Nick and got to our hotel about eleven-thirty.

Lisa and Amanda took off for the shower like scalded rats while Barb and Mary and I sat down on the balcony and let the gentle sea breeze refresh us. It sounds like a cliché, but there it was. I held hands with Mary. It was nice.

I got my shower and, eventually, Mary and I took Barb and found her room and got her put to bed. Lisa and Amanda had cuddled up and gone to sleep by the time we got back.

We sat down on the sofa and I pulled a willing Mary into my arms, kissed her, and began fumbling with her clothes...

The sun woke me. Shit.

I was sleeping on the couch in our suite with a blanket pulled over me and Mary's clothes from last night as my pillow. I blinked a couple of times and sat up.

Still dressed. I shook my head and went to the bathroom. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went girl hunting.

They weren't to hard to flush out that morning, being all cuddled together, naked, in the middle of the big bed. I leaned over and kissed Lisa, Mary and then Amanda. They stayed asleep.

I made coffee in the room, heated water for tea (yuck), and found a paper in the hall. I checked the balcony out for privacy then stripped down and sat out in the sun and read the paper and sipped my coffee. Ahhh. Heaven.

It got better when first one, then two, then three equally naked girls brought their morning beverages out onto the balcony to enjoy the morning. What's heaven times three?

After her coffee was pretty much gone, Mary looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Who's up for the zoo?" she asked.

I smiled and looked at my lap. Sure enough. I looked at Lisa. She was looking at my lap too, licking her lips. I looked at Amanda. She was also looking at my lap.

"Lisa?" Mary said.

"Yeah?"

Mary winked. "Zoo."

Lisa got up, knelt down in front of me and started sucking with one hand between her own legs. I put down the paper and my coffee and rested my head back. Ahhh. Heaven times four.

"What's this?" Barb's voice said from the door. Oh yeah. We'd given her a key card for our room. Oops.

"Zoo day," Amanda said, never looking away from my lap.

"A tradition?" Barb said.

"Long standing," said Mary.

Barb groaned. I groaned — but for a different reason.

"Can I get you a coffee?" Mary asked.

"No. I'm fine. Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Please," Mary said. Always the hostess.

Barb took Lisa's seat. I closed my eyes. This might be a bit too weird.

Lisa began stroking me. I moaned.

"She has quite the technique," Barb said.

"He seems to enjoy it," Amanda said.

I'll say. Jesus.

"We're getting there," Mary said. "See?"

I didn't crack an eye to see what she was pointing out — I was getting there.

"I'm close," I said.

"She's going to squeeze his balls in a second," Mary told Barb.

"He likes that?"

"Oh yeah..." said Mary. "Watch."

Lisa squeezed my balls. "Oh, God!" I moaned.

"See!"

"Oh God. I'm close!"

"Here it comes," Mary said.

"Watch," Amanda said.

I came. Lisa swallowed and swallowed and I came and came. My hips bucking up against Lisa's face, my mind shattered with pleasure.

Lisa kept me in her mouth, moaning. Her fingers were busy. She came shortly after me, shuddering and moaning. She pulled me from her mouth, kissed and licked me and then stood up. And curtseyed. To general applause.

Lisa took the last seat and picked up her coffee. I just lay back reveling in the aftershocks of her delightful gift.

"Zoo!" Mary said after a while. "We need to go to the zoo!"

With very little poking or prodding I got myself up, found appropriate clothes, and was ready to go before any of the girls, except Barb.

"Quite a show," Barb told me.

"Interesting audience," I said.

"This may yet kill me," she said.

"I'm certain I've died and gone to heaven," I told her. "Positive."

Just then Lisa, Mary, and Amanda appeared out of the bedroom.

"See?" I asked Barb. I was the luckiest man on Bermuda. Hell, on the face of the planet. "See?"

Not a man failed to notice any one of my three girls — or my sister — as we made our way through the lobby to the coffee shop for breakfast... or from the coffee shop to a waiting cab... or from the cab to the gates of the zoo.

I like to think I'm a thoughtful guy. To get away with that, occasionally I have to actually do something thoughtful. That's pretty obvious, but believe me it's a learned skill.

With a bit of forewarning, it is possible to arrange a behind the scenes, curator's tour of the Bermuda Aquarium, Museum, and Zoo. Our guide, the beautiful Elizabeth, met us at the gate and, much to Mary's surprise and delight, spent several hours with us walking us through the various exhibits, letting Mary, Lisa, Amanda and Barb (and me) feed animals and even hold a few. We even got to talk to the diver in the Aquarium. Halfway through, Elizabeth accepted our invitation to join us for lunch at Rustico, in Flatts Village, within walking distance of the zoo. Fish Chowder and white wine. The afternoon was more of the same with an animated Mary falling in love with the beautiful facility.

About four we called it a day, exchanging numbers with Elizabeth so we might get together one night later in the week.

A tired, but happy, group of five caught a cab back to the hotel.

I checked in with Ian and made plans for breakfast in the morning and then we got ready for dinner.

Bermuda isn't the Caribbean. It isn't shorts and bikini tops for ladies and, in fact, many restaurants have a jacket and tie rule, which means I got to go to dinner with four stunning ladies, dressed to kill. I know they were dressed to kill because my heart nearly stopped then they came to get me in the hotel bar where I was waiting for them.

From the looks the other patrons of the bar gave me after I got kissed by all of them, one after another, it was a good thing we were going out or I'd have been lynched.

After a short crowded (poor me — I had Mary and Amanda in my lap) cab ride to "downtown" Hamilton we had dinner at the Barracuda Grill — very contemporary (and good) then went downstairs to the Hog Penny Pub where live music and draft Bass in a cozy booth rounded out the evening.

We were back to the hotel by just after midnight.

I think I like Bermuda.

Barb was still with us, so we were a little circumspect, but it was a pretty frisky group that arrived back in our mini-suite. The master bedroom had two king size beds. Apparently Nick took my request for space to heart... and we had all enjoyed Barb's company all day so it seemed sort of natural for her to take one bed while Mary, Lisa, Amanda and I all piled into the other.

Once the covers were up there was a giggling flurry and bras and panties and tee shirts went flying. A pair of boxers went with them. I cuddled up with Mary while Lisa spooned behind her and Amanda behind me. Somebody had hold of my hard cock, but I never did figure out which one before I fell asleep.

Back when I was a fifteen-year-old horny virgin sophomore in high school, I found a hand written note that had been slipped into my locker. It read: "Mark, do you know what's even more romantic that roses on a piano? Tulips on an organ. —J." Unfortunately, I never found out who "J" was, but once I deciphered the pun I had an erection for the rest of that day... and maybe the next. But, in general, the card was right.

I woke up with two lips wrapped around my organ. A naked Amanda was plastered against my back and I was holding an equally naked, warm armful... that was Lisa. The mystery lips belonged to Mary. Very romantic (very erotic) for sure.

"Mmmm." I said — partly to let her know I was awake and partly because it felt so damn good. "Ohhh."

Mary must have been inspired... the old joke is that there is no such thing as a bad blowjob — but there are great blowjobs... she sucked, licked, kissed and pampered me to the point that I was spurting with barely another grunt in about two minutes.

"Thank you," I whispered.

She kissed the tip of my still-hard cock.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warm cozy feeling of being wrapped in girls. I dozed back off.

When I woke again I opened my eyes to look at Mary looking at me. "Hi."

"Hey, big guy," Mary said.

"That was nice earlier," I said.

"I love you," she said in such a simple, loving way. My heart melted.

"I love you, too."

"I missed you."

I hugged her close. "Oh Mary," I said. "I don't know how I survive day-to-day without you..."

Amanda squeezed me from behind. "We help," Amanda said.

I reached back and held her to me, "Yes. You do. And I love you for it."

Lisa lifted her head. "Mary," she said, "Mark isn't the only one who missed you. I love you so much sometimes it's all I can think about. I'm so happy when we're together..."

Mary rolled to her back and put her arm around Lisa. "I love you, Lisa. Being with you makes me happy, too."

I rolled to my back and pulled Amanda onto my chest.

"Mary," I said, looking into Amanda's eyes. "I need to tell you that I've fallen in love with this Welsh girl I met... Her name is Amanda Evans. I've spoken to both her father and her mother and told them I won't hurt their little girl..."

Mary leaned into me. "You sure do collect them Mark. Whatever should we do with this one?"

"Would you love her, too?" I asked.

"She's easy to love," Lisa said. "I love her. A lot."

A tear dropped from Amanda's eye onto my cheek. "I love you, too, Lisa," she whispered.

"I have a secret," Mary said. "I fell in love with your Amanda Evans back in London. When she got scared..."

Amanda shuddered in my arms.

"What should we do about all this love?" I asked.

"Lisa, Amanda, and I will think of something today while you're working to earn your modest salary..." Mary said.

"I've never felt so loved," Amanda whispered.

"Just wait," Mary told her. "It gets better."

A moan came from the other bed. "Just when I think it can't get any stronger," Barb said. "I ache... Jesus."

Lisa giggled. "You'll have to excuse Barb," she told Mary. "Something about our family pushes her buttons..."

"All of them," Barb gasped. "At the same time... Jesus." And she moaned again. We all turned to watch her as she masturbated under the covers. "Oh, God!" she called as she climaxed.

We were quiet.

"Sorry," Barb said. "Don't let me interrupt..."

Lisa laughed, followed by Mary and Amanda. I blushed and tried to figure out what I was going to do about my new erection...

It turned out that somehow Barb's tee-shirt, bra and panties had been strewn on the floor just like my girls'... when I wouldn't leave the room while she found them and got dressed, Barb defiantly threw back her covers and picked them up and headed for the living room. Who knew she'd look so good naked? I whistled. She gave me the finger, but I think she was secretly pleased.

Mary and Lisa skipped clothes while Amanda only pulled on her panties. I took a quick shower and dressed in slacks and a polo shirt as I was meeting Ian for breakfast. When I came out to the living room I regretted making plans with Ian. A lot.

Amanda's panties were the only textiles in evidence on the ladies — and they were the smallest thongs you can imagine. No. Even smaller. Think floss. My slacks were well made, but no pants can be expected to withstand that kind of pressure.

Naked Barb laughed as I rapidly adjusted myself to forestall the imminent blowout.

Naked Mary asked, "See anything you like?"

Naked Lisa pulled and twisted her nipples and licked her lips.

Nearly naked Amanda blushed to her belly button and looked up through her hair. "Hurry home?"

And I was supposed to go to a business breakfast? Shit.

Laughter chased me from the room. I had to lean against the wall in the hall to regain my composure. Jesus.

Ian came down right behind me and we found Nick and one of the other partners, Chuck (the one Ian expected to have a coronary when introduced to my girls.) Breakfast was fruit juices, fluffy eggs and crisp bacon. And coffee.

Chuck and Ian grilled me about my Canterbury expansion project and Nick helped out by giving operational examples. Chuck was intrigued — especially by the profit margins. I knew he'd be on my side (not that I was worried about any of the partners) when I made my presentation.

I tried not to hurry through breakfast, and I think I was relatively successful.

We sat back and enjoyed the excellent coffee.

"Oh my God!" Chuck said. "Look at that! I love Bermuda."

He was seated across from me, where he could see the pool. Ian looked over. "Wow. You don't often see anything that nice..."

Nick looked too and just grinned. He looked at me and winked.

My back was to the pool but I twisted around to look for myself. Somebody had been shopping. Four identical French cut sting bikinis in a tropical aqua green graced four familiar young ladies.

Mary looked up at the four men staring out of the coffee shop into the pool area. She grinned, said something to Lisa, and waved. I waved back.

Chuck was looking at me when I turned back. "You know her?"

"Uh. Yeah. I'll be right back," I excused myself and stepped out the door to the pool area.

"Hi girls," I said.

"Hi Mark. Can we kiss you or are you all stuffy business right now?" My wife the attorney asked.

I hugged her, kissed her and then hugged and kissed Amanda and Lisa. "I'll pass for now," Barb said. "But get a drink into me later and we'll see..." The girls laughed. I smiled.

"I'll see you soon," I said and went back into the coffee shop.

"Mary looks good," Nick said.

"I nodded."

"You know those ladies?" Chuck asked.

"Uh. They're with me," I said.

"All of them?" Chuck asked.

"Well, the one on the far left is my sister..."

Ian barked out a laugh. "Jesus, Mark. I mean. Jesus. They're gorgeous."

"Yeah," I said dryly, "I've noticed."

"All of them?" Chuck asked.

Ian patted his shoulder. "Can I buy you a Bloody Mary, Chuck?"

"We've got a meeting at two Mark," Ian told me. "Partners only, sorry Nick."

Nick shrugged.

"Here in the hotel. Over in the conference center." Ian said.

"See you there," I said.

"Good enough. Come on Chuck, let's get that Bloody Mary."

Nick stood up. "I'm off. I'm going diving this afternoon... will you need anything from me?"

"Nope... I think we've got a general meeting tomorrow — you probably know the schedule better than I do — but you're here because Ian and I want you to have a week in Bermuda. Enjoy yourself."

"Thanks, Mark. See ya..." And Nick was off.

I strolled out the pool deck. "Trouble?" Lisa asked.

"Chuck went for the coronary, but was rescued by a cold Bloody Mary," I reported.

"What was his problem?" Amanda asked.

"The four of you are too pretty..." I said. "You need to 'ugly up' or something."

Lisa flashed me her nipples.

"That's not what I meant!" I said.

"I'll ugly you up, Mister," Lisa said.

"I'm free until two... anybody want to do anything?" I asked.

Lisa looked at Amanda. Amanda looked from Mary to Lisa.

"Mary would like you to take her up to our room and ravish her," Lisa said conversationally. "Amanda would like to watch and take notes... for later."

Barb laughed. "I'd like to lay in the sun for a while. Lisa? Would you help me?"

I held out my hands and helped two scantily clad ladies to their feet. "If we're not back my noon, send a search party!" I called over my shoulder.