by Cyan
Copyright 2006 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
"The woman talking to the bartender," said Camille. "No, don't turn yet," she said as I began to do precisely that.
I wondered what this could be about. Camille and I sat on the porch, taking a break from the sun. The resort was everything we had hoped for and more, and we were feeling quite lazy that afternoon, lounging and drinking. "The one who came out of the hotel a minute ago," Camille added.
She spoke as if I would have noticed this woman. I most certainly had! "Yes?" I said, doing my best to feign ignorance.
Camille gave me an accusatory look, apparently not buying my pose. "OK, just take a peek," she said, "Don't draw her attention." I was intrigued by what was happening here. And yes, the woman she now indicated was indeed the woman I had indeed noticed. "Would you say she's hot?" said Camille.
Now I certainly knew the answer to that question! "There's only one hot woman in view," I said.
Camille's grin was very brief. "OK, you get your points. Now answer my question."
I eyed Camille. It wasn't like her at all to ask me about other women in such a way. On the other hand, it also wasn't like her to set traps for me. "Question?" I said.
Camille leaned forward as if to make sure only I heard. "Is she hot?" she repeated.
I still wasn't buying this apparent openness. "What would you say?" I said.
Camille looked toward where the woman stood again. "Absolutely," she said. Then leaning even closer, she said, "Let's fuck her."
Now if the hot question was unexpected, this nearly sent me reeling. I eyed Camille even more closely. "Hm, perhaps I misheard," I said.
"Let's get her up to our room and fuck her silly."
I recalled the woman. There was indeed a degree of appeal in this unexpected suggestion. "Well, there are impediments," I said.
"Such as?"
"For one thing, as you've told me on more than one occasion, the idea of being with a woman turns you off," I pointed out.
Camille looked thoughtful for a moment, then met my eyes again. "It's possible I exaggerated just a teeny bit about how much such a thing would turn me off." I observed she was very close to grinning. This had to be a joke.
"So," I said, "under some circumstances, it's possible you would not be totally turned off?"
"You might choose to put it that way," Camille said.
"And those circumstances would be?"
Camille grinned outright. "When she's fucking hot."
"Such as the woman at the bar," I said. Rather than answer me, Camille deliberately turned her eyes toward the woman for a moment. "Seems like I'm learning things about you," I said. I considered. "Such as, perhaps, a past regarding which you have not been entirely forthcoming?"
"Not really," Camille said. I said no more, waiting. "One woman," she finally said. "All we did was kiss, one evening. She was truly into this boyfriend of hers and even that one evening was more than she felt comfortable doing. And this was all decidedly before you."
"Ah," I said. Despite Camille's earlier warning, I turned and inspected this particular woman again. Apparently Camille not only had unexpected desires, but given this woman, Camille had taste. "The next issue," I said, "is that she would need to be cooperative."
"True," said Camille. "Go talk to her." I gave Camille what I'm sure was an amazed look. About what? Hey, hot stuff, want to get it on with me and my wife? "Ask her over to have a drink with us. Then I can size up her--inclinations."
"Simply suggest a drink? With me and my wife?"
Camille acted like I was crazy for questioning such a thing. "Got to go for it," she said. "All she can do is walk away."
* * *
Eve was twenty three, and traveling with a friend. A female friend. Eve had a way about her: a self-confidence, and possibly a touch of daring. That could be promising, but my guess was that should Camille and I manage to communicate our proposition, that Eve's apparent "good sense" would win out. I glanced at Camille chatting with the girl. Camille showed no sign of the attitude she'd been displaying before Eve had joined us. I had a feeling all Camille and I were going to get out of this conversation was something to talk about later.
Eve saw her friend out on the beach and excused herself. I shrugged. "Well?" I said.
"Oh she'd do it," pronounced Camille. "Definitely."
We were both looking out to where Eve talked to another woman. Eve waved in our direction, then they walked off. I would have bet anything against our chances until Camille had said that, but I'd learned it's better to reserve judgment when you find yourself at odds with Camille's opinion regarding someone. "I need to ask you a favor," said Camille.
"Oh?" I said. Camille's tone had suggested this request might not be to my liking.
She faced me. "Let me--approach her alone. Just her and me--at first." This was also something that caught me unawares. "OK?" I returned my eyes to Camille, to find her watching me carefully. "I know it's a hell of a lot to ask, but... let me do this. You won't be sorry."
* * *
My head ached. The sun was far too bright. It was morning. And Camille's side of the bed was empty.
Everything came back to me. The night, wearing on and on, with no sign of Camille. Me, alone. Clearly I'd eventually fallen asleep.
A sound at the door, knocking, caught my attention, and I realized the knocking was what had just awakened me. Assuming it would be Camille, I quickly got it.
It was a young woman. I saw her take in the sight of me, undoubtedly recognizing a guy suffering from a hangover. "I need Camille's things," she said. I simply stared, trying to comprehend, and she appeared to give me a moment to do precisely that, then walked straight into the room of her own accord. "Just her toothbrush and stuff. She won't need clothes."
I realized she was the woman we'd seen Eve talk to, the day before. "I'm Melissa. Eve's travel-mate," she said, confirming my recollection. "Camille is fine, we just need some of her things." Again, she simply took her own leave, heading into the bathroom. I followed. "She's fine," she said as if I were implying otherwise. At the moment, I wasn't sure what was going on, but I did have problems with all this. She turned and smiled at me. I sensed she had begun to think more regarding what I might be making of this. "You probably want to see her," she said. "Come with me."
I found myself following this woman, Melissa, out into the hotel corridor. I'd slept half-dressed, and was still getting myself back together as we walked out my door. She took me up the elevator. She used a key to let us into a room.
Eve sat at a table, reading a newspaper, her hand on a coffee cup, barely glancing at us.
Camille... she was naked. She was on her hands and knees, in the middle of the carpet, naked, eyes on the floor. "Camille?" I said.
"Do not move," said Eve. Her voice sounded even more confident than I'd heard the previous afternoon. Controlled. Camille clearly had heard me, starting when I spoke her name, but she did as Eve said.
I rushed over to Camille, and knelt beside her. "Where are her clothes?" I said to the two of them.
"She clearly doesn't need them at the moment," said Melissa. "In fact, what she needs now is cock. I suggest you take this opportunity and give it to her." I stared in amazement. Eve still sat reading the newspaper, and Melissa hardly seemed more attentive to Camille and me. "Tell us what you need, my sweet," said Melissa.
"I need cock," said Camille.
"Where are her clothes?" I repeated. The way Camille knelt so submissively was indeed affecting me that way, but this was all much too bizarre.
"Tell us what you want," said Melissa.
"I want cock," said Camille.
"Good girl," said Melissa. "You'd better give her what she needs," she added, clearly addressing me.
"Camille," I said in a low voice.
"Please," Camille answered, keeping her voice down as well. "Let me."
"What did you say?" said Melissa, apparently to Camille. Camille said nothing. "What do you need?"
"I need cock," repeated Camille.
Melissa gave me a look as if I were being cruel. "OK," said Melissa finally, "I'll give you some."
She came over. She carried a dildo. She put it on the floor, it had a base and she stood it straight up. She put it directly under Camille's face. Camille immediately lowered her head and began sucking on it. I stared, in total amazement. "Camille!" I said, in a hushed voice, though obviously the other two could hear me perfectly. "Where are her clothes," I asked them again. Camille bobbed her head, her lips around that thing.
Melissa looked at Eve, and I saw that they were silently communicating. "Over here," said Melissa, walking to the other side of the room. Something felt funny, but I stood up and followed her lead. When I reached her, nothing like Camille's clothes were in sight. "Look," said Melissa. "You see her. She's fine and she's where she wants to be. Let us have her for a day and believe me, you won't be sorry!"
Right at that moment, the door from the corridor opened, and a woman walked in. She carried a tray of food, a hotel maid. "Oh," she said, looking as if she nearly dropped the tray in surprise, then stood there, staring at Camille.
"Over here," said Eve, indicating the table where she was sitting. The maid looked dubious about everything.
"Just one day," said Melissa to me another time. Then as the maid nervously did as Eve had indicated, Melissa moved to the door behind her. The maid turned to find herself facing Melissa.
Camille still knelt, naked, sucking that fake cock. The maid looked nervously at Melissa, who blocked her way back out the door. "Intrigued?" said Melissa.
"I have to go," said the maid.
"Ah, but you've just gotten here," said Eve. "And you seem so interested in our--our little sweetheart." Melissa smiled at the woman. I couldn't believe what I was watching.
"Please let me go," said the maid. She was obviously young, and I surmised she certainly would be unlikely to have experience with anything resembling this. It was something I had certainly never experienced.
"Surely you have a moment or two. Aren't you curious?" said Melissa.
"You certainly looked her over when you came in," contributed Eve. Camille still knelt, sucking the dildo. Naked.
"They need me downstairs," said the maid. "Please?"
"Look," said Eve, "You," she said, addressing me. "Why don't you take this charming lady back to your room for the day? After her eyeful of our little whore, she's undoubtedly going to be ready for it."
Melissa laughed just a touch. "She'll give you all you want, won't you, my sweet? Go with him."
The girl looked warily at me. I shrugged, trying my best to distance myself from this whole thing in her eyes. "You know you want it," said Eve, to the girl. "So does he, believe me."
"Please let me go," said the girl. She looked very uncomfortable.
"Isn't he sexy enough for you?" said Eve. "He's something of a hunk, isn't he? And a gentleman as well. You can take a day off. We'll talk to your supervisor. Believe me, you won't have any trouble."
But when Eve said this, the girl looked more visibly frightened. "Please don't! Please let me go now." For a moment I thought she was about to cry.
Melissa looked at me. "Talk to her," said Melissa to me, in a conspiratorial tone.
I considered. But when I approached the girl, she backed away. I tried my best to look reassuring, but couldn't help the fact that I was backing her to a wall. I just wanted to defuse the situation since these two women were clearly crazy. I kept my voice low, for just the girl to hear: "Just pretend to agree, and we'll walk out of here. Away from them, and you can go straight back downstairs." She still looked frightened, watching me warily, and glancing again at Camille. Staring at Camille. "OK?" I said, then drew away to give her some space.
For moments, Eve and Melissa said nothing. Camille still knelt there, sucking the dildo. I tried not to stare at Camille, as amazed as I was, because I was pretty sure the girl would be more comfortable if I didn't stare.
"OK," said the girl.
"OK?" said Eve.
"I'll go," said the girl. "With him." I felt relief.
Melissa looked interested, and stood aside from the door. The girl glanced at me, seeming nervous, but also looking to approach the door with me at her side. Melissa still stood close by, but no longer blocking it. I could see that the girl had decided I was her best hope, and wanted to make her exit with me.
I glanced back at Camille, who still knelt, sucking the dildo. "Nice work," said Melissa to me with a smile when I led the way past her. As I opened the door to leave, I saw Eve had finally given up her newspaper, and was approaching Camille with handcuffs, a wicked looking paddle, and a bunch of straps with buckles and things.
As the hotel room door closed behind the girl and me, I made sure I kept space between the two of us. She needed to be assured I wasn't in on what she had just been obliged to witness. To be assured that she was now truly free of it all. "Thank you," she said, giving me a grateful look. Her accent was very mild, her English quite good.
We stepped down the corridor to the elevator. It grew even more awkward standing there, waiting for it with her. "I'm Phil," I said.
"Katia," she said.
"Have you been working here long?" I said. The elevator needed to show up. This was so awkward!
"Just since school is out," Katia said. After a moment, she added. "I just finished at Florida State. I'm starting graduate school there in September."
That made me take a closer look at her, and she glanced back at me. Finally, the elevator arrived.
When I didn't follow her on, she held the door open. "Are you going back in there?" she asked.
Was I? Camille was in there. "I--I'm not sure," I said.
For a moment, she just held the door open. "Listen," she finally said, her eyes now seeming unable to meet mine. "Did you have breakfast?" Hardly giving me time to answer, she went on. "Come down to the kitchen and I'll get the chef to make you something special."
She waited, holding the elevator door. "Thanks, but..."
"It's no trouble," she said. "He likes to do that kind of thing for us."
I considered. She showed no sign of leaving me. "OK?" she said.
* * *
I opened our front door. It had been yet another long day at work, but it was always good to get home.
The house was silent. It was so quiet, in fact, that I was not overly surprised to spot the note attached to the door frame: "In the bedroom," it said.
She was in the middle of the bedroom floor, on her hands and knees, naked, her eyes to the floor. The moment I'd entered the room, I'd seen her quickly put her hand back to the floor, and I knew from experience she'd have been frigging herself from the time she'd heard me come through the front door. I simply stood for a moment, taking in the sight that never fails to get me going. "I need cock," she said, quietly. She was definitely about to get some.
I glanced at the table where she'd laid out the cane, the handcuffs and the straps and harnesses. Everything the exactly same, each time she prepared in this manner, though I already knew that on this particular occasion I was going to pass on the bondage. Whether she wished for more or not, I was going to drag her into bed as soon as I'd given her what she was at this moment begging for.
I felt my desire coming on, yet I took my time, so we could both savor the moment. It amazes me that she so often wants to replay this scene. Exactly like what the two of us ran away from, that very first day we met, all those years ago.
Cyan Stories
Erotic fiction, sex stories, for erotica lovers.