by the cruelness of his cool smile.
He rubbed a finger against the centre of her cotton-covered crotch.
She bristled.
Gently, he stroked another finger against the side of her panties, stroking the bare skin at the top of her thighs. Although Sophie had no way of seeing what he was doing, she could mentally envision the movement of his finger sliding against the soft flesh. She suspected his touch was lubricated by her perspiration and the moisture from the centre of her crotch.
Then he was peeling the panties aside.
She moaned.
It felt as though her damp gusset was kissing goodbye to her moist labia. The movement of the fabric caressed her sex with a cooling balm of fresh air.
Urgently, Sophie rolled the rubber over Philip’s erection. As soon as it was in place she tugged him between her thighs and guided the tip of his thick length to her sex. Trembling, she nestled her lips over him and then met his gaze again.
Philip was still smiling.
Bracing herself for the pleasurable thrill of his penetration, Sophie slowly lowered herself on to his cock.
They both groaned. She rode swiftly up and down on him, wanting to make the moment stretch out for an age, but knowing that this would only be a rushed and delightfully satisfying quickie. The lack of glamour in their surroundings, and the lack of comfort in having to have sex while standing, was working against her. But, rather than complain about the conditions, Sophie figured she would take as much from the experience as she could.
She squeezed her inner muscles tight around him and savoured the climactic thrill of the pleasure flooding through her body. In the same moment, as the orgasm shattered through her body, Sophie felt Philip’s erection pulse deep inside her sex.
She pushed him away as soon as his cock had stopped throbbing. ‘You go and get the drinks from the bar,’ she told him. Reaching down to his diminishing erection, she snatched the condom from him and said, ‘I’ll dispose of this and freshen up before I come back.’
He nodded. And then he was gone.
Sophie waited until she’d heard the door of the Gents close before she left the cubicle and went to the bathroom mirror. She dropped the used condom into a convenient waste bin and then checked her reflection.
Her heartbeat was pounding furiously.
The encounter had been sufficiently brief so that it hadn’t upset her clothes or her make-up. A veneer of perspiration covered her brow and her cleavage but that could have been dismissed as effects of the stifling African heat.
Deliberately, she unfastened her blouse and then refastened it with one button in the wrong place. It was a sign she had often used with Rob to surreptitiously tell him that she had been playing with someone else. Satisfied with the way she looked, Sophie rushed out to join Philip and maintain the pretence of normalcy.
‘The barman was a little slow,’ she explained as she and Philip rejoined Rob and Angela at the table.
‘As long as he got the order right this time,’ Angela said. ‘I ordered a dirty martini before and it wasn’t very dirty.’
‘And you like it dirty?’ Rob asked with feigned innocence.
Angela flashed a sour smile at him. ‘I love my martinis to be dirty. Yes.’ She looked set to say something more and then noticed the misaligned buttons on Sophie’s blouse.
‘Look at these,’ she said, encouraging Sophie to step closer. ‘Let me sort them out for you.’
Sophie swallowed and did as Angela asked.
The blonde worked with deft speed, teasing the buttons through their holes and then refastening them. Her fingers rested against Sophie’s tingling skin with a lightness of touch that was like the most intimate of lover’s caresses. As she was adjusting the clothes, Sophie realised it would be great to spend the night with Philip and Angela because she believed either member of the couple would be equally satisfying as a playmate.
‘There you go,’ said Angela, patting Sophie’s chest. ‘You’re properly dressed now and looking lovely again.’
Sophie glanced at Rob and nodded tersely. They didn’t usually do much in the way of silent communication and this was as close as it came to them trying to communicate psychically. She wanted him to invite Philip and Angela to spend the night in their suite. She wanted them to stop pretending that none of them knew swinging existed and she wanted them all to go upstairs, get naked and fuck.
Rob seemed to understand what she was saying.
He cleared his throat and then glanced from Angela to Philip. ‘You’ll have to forgive me for being so straightforward,’ he began. ‘But I’m curious to know. Do you two play?’
‘Play?’ asked Philip uncertainly.
‘Swing,’ Sophie interjected. ‘Do you two swap? Do you two share?’
Her voice trailed off as she realised she was running out of synonyms and neither Angela nor Philip was making any move to show they knew what she was talking about.
‘Rob and I have an open relationship and we were wondering if you two had a similar understanding?’
Philip and Angela exchanged a glance. Angela looked momentarily panicked. Philip soothed her with a comforting pat on her wrist.
‘No,’ Philip told Rob. ‘We don’t swing or play. We’re totally monogamous in our relationship.’
He shot a warning glance at Sophie. At the same moment Sophie noticed that Angela was flashing a similar warning glance at Rob.
‘Although,’ Philip continued, ‘I’m sure I speak for Angie as well as myself when I say we’re both very flattered by your interest.’
‘But …’ Rob started.
Sophie clutched his leg. ‘Isn’t that sweet, Rob?’ she said, speaking over her husband. ‘Perhaps we should practise monogamy like Phil and Angela and see how that works out for us?’
He nodded and placed his hand over the one she had on his leg. In a soft voice, too soft for either Philip or Angela to hear, he said, ‘We already do practise monogamy like Phil and Angie. I owe you a grand.’
Four For The Seesaw
Charlotte Stein
‘Go on, Tia,’ he says, and I want to say no. But he’s rubbing and teasing my nipples – which are tight and swollen anyway – and it’s real muggy and close in here, and I don’t know. Why would I want to say no, again?
He knows that I like what he’s doing. He sticks out his tongue and wets the material of my T-shirt, pushing that slickness down and down through the material until it’s all over my stiff nipple. And then he licks and sucks the tip until I’m squirming on the airbed, glancing across at the sleeping forms of Sean and Kay.
They’re going to wake up. It’s obvious
