Chapter 7

The management thoughtfully provided long white terrycloth robes for its guests to wear when the evenings got chilly, and Karen and I wore them to the pool. There were underwater lights that turned the water to greenish-gold and flickered soft shadows up onto our bodies as we shed our robes. Patrick and Gloria removed their robes as well. I couldn't help comparing bodies.

The only word for Gloria was lush. She was the adolescent male's ideal, the Playboy model of perfection. I wondered if she had been surgically enhanced. Her breasts were big and bouncy and upstanding. Can silicone bounce, I wondered. Her hips were full, and there was a fascinating taper from the points of her pelvis to the V of her pubic hair. When she turned away from me, her ass was wide and lovely, with deep dimples on either side of her tailbone.

Karen looked slight by contrast. I might have described her body as 'slim, ' but that isn't quite accurate. The word 'compact' comes closer. But even that wasn't quite right. For me the right word was 'perfect, ' and I'll tell you why. I've talked about Karen's legs, and how striking they were in a short skirt and hose. And I've said how much more arresting her legs were when they were bare. Well, her whole body was the same way when she was naked. Indescribable. Every curve, every plane, every surface and every shadow was somehow just right. Harmony. That was the word. Everything in harmony. Gloria was lush abundance. Karen was just enough. Nothing less and nothing more. Enough. Perfection. At least for me.

And she was apparently getting to Patrick as well. He wasn't exactly dangling anymore. He was rising to the occasion. Not there yet, but getting there. It's hard to make comparisons at that stage, and I was trying hard not to. Looking at two beautiful women who were beautiful in two entirely different ways, I was rising too. Pretty soon I would get there myself. I tried not to think of it as a contest. I failed.

Karen put an end to the duel when she stepped to the edge of the pool and dove gracefully into the water. Patrick immediately dove after her and his head came up beside hers near the center of the pool. And then I got distracted as Gloria's big soft boobs pressed against my back. "Aren't you coming in?" she asked, clasping her arms around my waist. "I can think of lots of games to play in the water."

One of her hands slid down to stroke my prick. I turned around in her arms and kissed her. And then, holding her tight, I took one step backward and let myself fall into the pool.

She came up spitting water. "Augh," she coughed, "aren't you the tricky one!" She cupped her hand and splashed water into my face. I splashed her back, and we were soon in an energetic water fight, standing nearly shoulder deep in the pool. When I had enough of that, I wrestled Gloria into my arms and pinned her against the edge of the pool. Breathing hard, we just stood that way for a moment, feeling our bodies pressed against each other. And then I kissed her again. Her hands cupped around my butt, pulling my swelling dick against her.

"Mmmm," she said, "do you think we can find a use for that?"

"Here?"

"Why not? We're alone here."

Alone? I looked around. Where was Karen? Where was Patrick? I pulled myself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool. Their robes were gone. This wasn't the way we had pictured it at all. As I sat there wondering what to do, Gloria took matters into her own hands, and shortly thereafter into her mouth as well. She was very talented.

"Ohhhh!" I said. "Much more of that and I'm going to come in your mouth."

"Why don't you come back in the water then? Have you ever fucked in the water? It's very nice."

"Just a minute." I reached for my robe and pulled a condom out of the pocket. "Want to help?"

"Sure." Gloria skillfully rolled the rubber onto my turgid dick. Then she pulled me into the water and guided me to the broad steps at the shallow end. Seating me on the bottom step, so that my shoulders were under water, she lowered herself slowly onto my prick. She was right. It was a unique experience. If the soft feel of Gloria's tits hadn't already convinced me they were completely real, their buoyancy would have. They were floating in front of me like twin sleek dirigibles that could have carried her away if she hadn't been tethered to my dick. She had her pussy muscles clenched around me, and when she released her grip she really did start to rise up off of me. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back down, then released her to let her slide back up. Even though she was on top, I was in complete control. It was like masturbating using a live and responsive woman instead of my hands. Her response started slowly, which wasn't surprising given the absence of any foreplay. But once she got going she was explosive. She was grunting and her chest was heaving and the waves were crashing against the sides of the pool. Her fingernails were cutting into my shoulders.

"Hold on!" she said as my hands began to slip against her flesh. Her thrashing around was about to tear her from my grip.

"Hold on; I'm coming. Ooooooh! AHHHHH! Oh yessss!"

And just about that time I exploded, thrusting my hips upward and lifting her tits entirely out of the water. I bounced against her several times as I arched my back and spurted into the condom inside her, and then I relaxed and we sank back into the pool.

"Ohhhh!" I said. "That was an incredible sensation."

"I told you. I'm glad you enjoyed our little show. I did too. More than I usually do."

"Show?" I asked. "What show?"

She answered by lifting her head and glancing upward. I turned to look over my shoulder and realized for the first time that the resort's main bar overlooked the pool, and its panoramic window was crowded with people. The two underwater lights on either side of the steps had spotlighted us perfectly. Some of the people were applauding.

"I think they liked the way you put my tits up on display at the very end," she said. "That was new."

This certainly wasn't going the way we had planned. The puppets were jerking the puppeteers around. It was making me uncomfortable and I suddenly wondered whether we had gotten in way over our heads.

"Where's Karen?" I asked.

"Patrick took her to the bar ... to watch."

I stood up and pulled Gloria to her feet as well. I looked at her hard, and I saw what the dappled light from the water and maybe a coating of body makeup had concealed before. She had bruises on her breasts ... finger marks.

"Patrick has a rough streak, doesn't he?"

"A mile wide."

"I've got to go to Karen. Will you help?"

"I can't." She shrugged helplessly. "I need him."

"At least tell me where your room is."

"A-9," she said pointing. "Down that way from the bar."

"Wait here," I said.

I caught up with them in the hall just outside the bar. Patrick had Karen by the arm and was leading her toward his room.

"Karen!" I said.

They stopped and turned to face me.

"Are you all right, Karen?"

There was an almost imperceptible pause and then she nodded her head.

"I'm all right. You go take care of Gloria," she said.

I had my doubts, and I believe she had some too, but she wasn't giving up. I had to respect that. Patrick took her arm again with a smirk, and they went on down the hall. I went to get Gloria and took her to my room.

I was awakened from a fitful doze by a rapping on the sliding glass door facing the beach. I was momentarily disoriented. I had almost become accustomed to waking up with a naked woman beside me in bed, but not this naked woman. Those big, soft tits pressed against my back were not familiar. I finally remembered where I was and what was going on. I reached out and swiveled the bedside alarm clock around to face me. Four-fifteen, it said. Gently, so as not to wake Gloria, I pulled the covers aside and went to the sliding door and opened the curtains. It was Karen.

"Why are you back so early?" I asked as I let her in. "It's the middle of the night."

"Shhh," she said. "Just hold me." And she opened her robe and wrapped it around both of us so we were standing skin to skin.

"Philip, you're a treasure."

"What?"

"Tell her to go away."

"Huh?"

"Gloria ... tell her to go away."

I walked over and gently shook Gloria's shoulder. "Karen's back," I said. "It's time for you to go."

Gloria groggily put on her robe and wandered off down the beach.

I pulled Karen down beside me on the bed and pulled the covers over us. She left her robe on the floor.

"Are you all right, Karen? I was worried he might hurt you."

"Yeah, I guess I'm okay. But it wasn't like I thought it might be."

"How so?"

"Well, first thing he made me stand there and watch you and Gloria doing it. That was ... I wondered if he thought it would turn me on, but it just made me feel kind of queasy. I don't know if it was just jealousy or if it was kind of like a violation, watching something like that. Maybe a little of both and some of some other stuff too, I don't know. But it made me squirm. Maybe he was doing it to humiliate me, I don't know."

"But he didn't actually hurt you?"

"Not exactly. But he didn't seem too concerned about my feelings either. He was too busy proving what kind of stud he was. He didn't wait for me. If it hadn't been for the lubrication on the condom he would have hurt me coming into me. He had great technique, though. I've got to give him that. He gave a little twist against my clitoris every time he came all the way inside me. I guess that's why they call it screwing. You might want to try it."

"I..."

"Philip, I'm kidding you. Sort of. I couldn't help it; it really stimulated me, and with somebody who really cared for me it might get me really hot. With Patrick I felt like it should have been arousing me more, but it just wasn't."

"When I said did he hurt you, you said, 'not exactly.'"

"Yeah, well it got a little uncomfortable when he was pawing at my breasts. I don't know what he thought he was doing ... showing me what a manly man he is, I guess. He may have thought he was pleasing me, but it was really pretty painful. You know I like it like that sometimes, but he didn't wait for me to ask. It made me mad, so I sort of knocked his hands away."

"How did he take that?"

"Not very well. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the mattress, and then he started to pound into me really hard. And then he had this big orgasm, with lots of grunting and snorting and stuff. And then he said, 'You're one really hot bitch, baby. I'll bet your boyfriend doesn't fuck you like that.'

"I was even madder now. He had humiliated me, hurt me, insulted me, and now he was insulting you. Well, trying to insult you. Actually you fuck me lots, lots better. You're just so good..." She wriggled up against me and wrapped her arms around me, pressing every inch of her lithe, firm body to me. To get any closer she would have had to melt into my skin.

"Anyhow, there was all this plus the fact that he had an orgasm and I didn't. I felt like blowing up in his face, but instead I just said, 'He sure doesn't, ' in my best oh-what-a-stud-you-are voice. And then he wanted to tie me up."

"You didn't let him..."

"Philip! This was a man I just met tonight ... well, last night, technically ... who hadn't been very nice to me so far. And I'm supposed to just let him tie me to the bed? Yeah, right!"

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I snuggled up to him and ran my fingers through the hairs on his chest and said, 'I don't know what you mean. Why don't you show me?'

'How?' he asked.

'Well, ' I said, 'why don't you lie on the bed like you'd like me to lie down, and show me how you would tie me up?'

So he moved into the center of the bed and spread out his arms and legs and said, 'Like this.' And I noticed then that he already had some ropes connected to the corners of the bed.

'Oh, ' I said, 'Are these the ropes you intend to use?'

'Yeah.'

'So, let me see, ' I said, 'you would tie my wrist to the bed like this?' And I knotted a rope around his wrist.

'Yeah.'

'And the other wrist like this?'

'Yeah.'

'And then my ankles ... like this?' And I tied his ankles down too."

"And then what happened," I asked her.

"I left him like that."

"You left him like that?"

"Well, not exactly like that. First I found a ribbon in some of Gloria's stuff over on the dressing table. Then I teased him until he got really hard again. Then I tied the ribbon ... it was a pink one ... around his big, thick thingie. And then I left him like that."

I couldn't help laughing at the picture in my mind. "Gloria should have quite a..."

"Yeah," Karen giggled, "I wonder how she'll react"

"I don't know," I said. "Finding him all gift wrapped like that? The possibilities boggle the mind."

Karen looked at me seriously. "I don't think I'd mind it if you tied me down."

"If I..."

"I know you wouldn't hurt me." There was a lustful light in her eyes, or maybe it was just the reflection of the moonlight coming through the open curtains. "But you might tease me and make me crazy," she said, "crazy with wanting you. Making me wait. Helpless. Hot. Waiting. Wanting."