The next day, David was awakened early by the stinging morning sunlight falling across his face. He furrowed his brow tiredly and peeled one eye open, half certain that it wasn't sunshine at all, but a raging fire in dangerously close proximity. It was, indeed, the sun after all, and he turned his head away from its scalding effervescence.
Lisa and Darcy slept together in the bed and David made himself a little pallet on the floor between the bed and the window. The curtain, as he recalled, had been drawn when they went to sleep, but now it was thrown open to greet the day. He sat up and scratched the back of his neck, giving the mists of slumber time to clear from his head. The previous night, he, Lisa, and Darcy went to an outdoor bar with a painfully cliched tiki theme that David couldn't help cringing at. "You need to unclench your butt, as they say," Lisa told him. "Even I can put aside my intellect and enjoy life for a while. You should try it one day."
Putting aside his intellect was not something that David could easily do, but he tried, and wound up drinking more margaritas. This time, he had five or six (he lost count) and became drunk, not tipsy as he was before. Darcy and Lisa dragged him onto the dance floor and it was all he could do to keep from tipping over. Normally, he would have balked at the idea of dancing, but he had no such inhibitions after drinking so much, and allowed himself to jerk and twitch to the music, looking for all the world like an epelectic in the midst of a seizure. Both girls danced close to him; at one point, Darcy bent over in front of him and rubbed her butt against his crotch, inducing an erection that David artifully hid by rushing off to the bathroom, tripping and staggering all the way. He sat in one of the stalls until it was gone. When he came back, however, Lisa pulled him flush to her body and led him through the steps of a modern "urban" dance that involved much shaking and gyrating. He didn't know what to do with his hands until she helpfully put them on her wide, childbearing hips.
Back to the bathroom David went.
He didn't remember much after that; the rest of the night was a blur, but he thought he may have puked. His mouth certainly tasted like it: A foul taste lingered on his slimy tongue and there were bits of food stuck between his teeth. A shiver of revulsion went through him and he got up to brush his teeth.
The bathroom door was closed and he could just make out the hiss of the shower. He knocked, and Darcy called out. "Come in~"
Come in?
Did he hear right?
He hesitated, but then turned the knob and poked his head in. Steam filled the air and wet heat broke over him. Through the semi-transparent curtain, he could just make out two naked figures in the show. His heart crept into his throat and his face blushed. The curtain parted a little and Darcy stuck her head out. "Morning," she said.
"Morning," David replied, a tremble in his voice. "What are you doing?"
"We're bathing," Lisa called.
"Together?"
Darcy shrugged one shoulder. "Saves time and water." She giggled at David's confused expression. "We're both girls so it's okay if we see each other. But not boys." She pulled the curtain closed again, and David brushed his teeth, visions of their naked, soapy bodies dancing through his head. He darted his eyes to the curtain and swallowed thickly. Yes, they were both females, and very attractive ones at that. He suddenly longed to see them in their natural state, and it was all he could do to keep from sneaking over and stealing a peek. There was no logical way he could do so without being caught, and if he tried, it would make things very "awkward" between them. They would be here for the next three days, and David did not relish the prospect of spending seventy-two hours with two angry women. Not after such a foolish and frankly shameful attempt at violating them.
Not to mention the fact that he would still have to look at himself in the mirror when it was over, and he wasn't sure he could do that knowing he had trespassed in such a crude and hurtful way.
Better to just mind his Ps and Qs, as the saying went.
Done in the bathroom, he scurried out and got dressed. A few minutes later, Darcy and Lisa came out, Darcy in a slinky one piece bikini that showed off her hips and clung to her breasts and buttocks, and Lisa in a towel. They made David look away while Lisa got dressed, and David's face blushed deeply. They whispered and giggled behind his back like a couple of girls, and he had to stop himself from turning around to see what they found so amusing. "Alright, we're ready," Darcy said.
Lisa' bikini had trouble covering her, and David was shocked at how small it seemed. Not that he was complaining.
After gathering up their things, they left the room and walked to the beach. It was still early and there weren't many people out. The sun dappled the still surface of the lake and gulls ducked and wheeled overhead. They set up half way between the water and the boardwalk; David went to put up the umbrella, but Darcy stopped him. "Lisa and I want to get some sun today," she said. She handed him a bottle of sun tan lotion. "Can you help us out?"
David's heart pounded. "How?' he asked stupidly.
"By putting lotion on us, silly," she said.
He turned to Lisa just as she looked away, a blush on her cheeks.
Both girls stretched out prone on either side of him. Darcy reached behind her back and unclasped her top, letting the straps fall aside. Her skin was warm, smooth, and glistened in the sun, and when David ran his hands over it, she let out a long, cat-like purr. The feeling of her flesh and her toned muscles made him hard, and he fought to keep his breathing under control. When he was done, he moved onto Lisa, rubbing lotion on her shoulders and down her back. She wore a string bikini that exposed the rounded globes of her butt cheeks and David couldn't help but stare. "Make sure to get my buttocks," she said, as if reading his mind. "I don't want them to burn."
David gulped. "Are you sure?"
"Quite."
David ran his hands over her butt, kissing her flesh with his fingertips and kneading her like a cat. She moaned in the back of her throat, and, encouraged, he went lower, slathering her legs and inner thighs. "Thank you," she said in a sultry voice.
"No problem," he managed.
For a while, they lay there while he sat up and tried to get rid of his boner. Just when it was deflating, they both flipped onto their backs. Neither was wearing her top, and their breasts were bared for all the world to see. David looked quickly away and pressed his hands to his crotch. "Can you put some lotion on my boobs?" Darcy asked.
He chuckled.
Surely she was joking.
"Please," she said and stuck out her bottom lip, "I don't want to get my hands all oily."
She was being serious.
Hands shaking, David squirted some lotion onto his palms and skimmed them over her quivering chest. Her erect nipples scraped his hands and Darcy bit her bottom lip, "That feels really good."
"So do you," David said. It sounded lame to his own ears but he didn't know what else to say.
"Do I?" she purred.
"Yes," he panted.
"So does Lisa."
He looked at Lisa, and she offered him a sly smile. Adding more lotion to his hands, he knelt over her and massaged her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. He was more confident now and not as timid; he was not well versed with women, but you would have to be a fool not to see that she wanted him to touch her this way.
Slowly, he ran his hands down her stomach to the waistband of her G-String. She arched her back and muttered his name. He was at full attention and didn't care who saw. "I have an idea," Darcy interjected. "How about we skip the beach today and go back to our room?"
David liked that idea.
Five minutes later, they got back to their room. As soon as the door was closed, Darcy threw her arms around David's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue pried his lips open and slipped into his mouth, and Lisa pressed herself against him from behind. She had taken her top off again and her breasts flattened against his back.
They soon moved to the bed. Both girls were naked and their legs were hooked over his. Lisa was clean shaven and Darcy had a landing strip; he didn't know which he liked best, they were both pretty great. Darcy guided his hand to her core and he slipped his fingers between her warm folds, the wet sensation of her arousal making his breath catch. She threw her head back and grabbed the pillow, pushing herself against him. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked as he fingered her; she moaned and sighed. One of his fingers penetrated her and she let out a shaky gasp.
It didn't take long for her to cum; she gave a body-wide shudder and then jerked violently. He rolled onto his other side to face Lisa and she surprised him by aggressively claiming his lips. He laid his hand on her hips and she cupped his aching erection, her nimble fingers tracing his length and brushing his head. David ran his hand up and down her flank and kissed her neck. He was reaching his peak and passion was consuming his being. He mounted her and she led his dick to her opening. She spread her legs wide for him and then cried out when he slammed into her. The feeling of her body was indescribable, her walls like wet silk and her head dizzying. She tossed her head to the side and dug her nails into his back, raking them slowly up and down, sending shivers down his spine. David kissed the slope of her neck and nibbled her earlobe; his lust had entirely overtaken him and he was little more than a mindless animal.
Lisa was in no better condition: A wordless stream of grunts and murmurs escaped her throat and she circled her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her womb. David threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her lips; their tongues swirled around one another and Lisa squeezed him tightly, as if trying to suck him into her body.
David's orhasm welled up in his depths and he tried to pull out, but Lisa held him in place, giving him no choice but to unleash his seed into her. He came with a cry and Lisa sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. They held each other as their mutual climax tore through them, going back and forth from one sweaty, shaky body to the other.
When it was over, David flopped off of her and lay between her and Darcy. They both swung their legs over him and rested their heads on his chest. All three were red, winded, and tingly.
"Are you still mad they made you take vacation time?" Darcy asked.
David grinned. "No, in fact. I'm mad that I have to eventually go back."
They laughed.
"We better make the most of the time we have," Lisa said.
They wound up not leaving that room for three days.
THE END
