It’s a good thing I’d been getting regular sex and lots of it from two women that I dearly love; otherwise my typical lack of willpower might get me into some serious shit here. On the other hand, with my girls having been gone all week I wasn’t about to take any chances with my libido.
“Laura, I could probably get in trouble just being naked in front of you. You’re a truly gorgeous young woman. If you got naked too, who knows how deep the trouble might get? I really do have to run now. Enjoy the sun and the pool.”
She looked disappointed and I chuckled as I walked to the house. You’ve still got it Johnny, I said to myself. You can attract underage girls. Maybe later you can try your luck at a retirement home.
I quickly showered and dried off and put on a lightweight wool Canali suit. I glanced out the window and saw that Laura was taking advantage of my clothing optional zone and tanning topless. I got my ass out of there fast and hit the road.
*****
I thought about calling ahead as I climbed the twisting hilly road but his place was so close that it didn’t seem worth it. Fifteen minutes later I parked the car outside a very large house in a very secluded and quiet rural neighborhood. I walked up the driveway past a late model BMW M5, went to the door, and rang the bell.
I watched through the screen door as a pretty young girl walked down the hallway towards me. She was nude. My kind of place, I thought, and today was turning into my kind of day. Somehow her body, though small, managed to look lean and willowy and almost waif-like. Her long brunette hair was a perfect match for her light olive skin tone. It fell to just above her pert little nipples.
“May I help you?” she said.
I badged her and introduced myself and told her I was there to speak with the owner and his mother about the robbery.
“Please come in,” she said as she opened the screen door. “My name is Esmeralda.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I walked past her and started towards the living room.
“Wait!” she said. “They’re all…” She looked down at herself, then back at me. “Oh, shit,” she said. “I’m sorry. We don’t wear clothes very often around here and I honestly just forgot. If you’ll please wait here I’ll go put something on and then go out back and tell them all to get dressed, too.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I’m a nudist when I’m home, too. As long as they won’t be embarrassed, neither will I.”
She laughed. “Embarrassment isn’t something we’re very big on here, either,” she said. “Okay then, follow me.” I watched her ass as she led me towards the backyard. I’m in a committed relationship but hey, she was right there in front of me, her butt muscles flexing as she walked. Besides, I’m a detective. Even I can’t control my amazing powers of observation.
We walked past a large sliding glass door and into a small orgy in progress. I stopped and stared. A man was on his back on a lounge chair giving oral sex to the very pretty young blonde girl perched above him, who in turn was kissing the beautiful older woman facing her, who in turn was bouncing up and down on the man’s rather large cock. On the lounge next to them a very fit blonde woman with very large breasts was locked in a 69 with a shorter, more voluptuous Hispanic woman. Moans and little words of encouragement formed the soundtrack for the scene of entangled lovers.
Years ago I’d spent some time on the set of a porn shoot in conjunction with a case I was working. I saw a lot of guys with big dicks and a lot of naked skinny young beauties and many different kinds of sex, but nothing that compared with this. Porn actors did it for the money and although the sex was real, for the most part the love and the lust and maybe even the enjoyment were fake. But these five people weren’t faking anything. It was an incredibly erotic sight and I realized that my own cock was suddenly hard as a rock and pushing against my trousers, a fact not lost on Esmeralda.
“I know,” she said. “I’ve seen them do it countless times and you’d think I’d be used to it. But every time I see any of them having sex in any combination I get so incredibly horny.” She stepped in front of me and backed into me until my cock was nestled in the crack of her ass. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her abdomen as we watched the lovers go at it. I sighed.
“You’re beautiful, but I can’t,” I said as I gently pulled away and stepped back just far enough so that we weren’t touching. “I’m in a committed relationship. My lovers would have to be with me before we could do anything like this.”
“Lovers? Plural?”
I sighed again. I’d been here for maybe ten minutes and had learned nothing relevant to my case. Meanwhile this young girl was getting my life’s story. I’m an honest person but I normally don’t volunteer personal information to total strangers. But my powers of observation and deduction told me that there was a fairly small chance that this particular group of people would be judgmental.
“Yes, plural, as in two women. I’m in a committed threesome, a triad. We’ve been together for almost a year now and it’s working. We’re in love with each other and although we do bring other women into our bed, we only do it when we’re together.”
“That’s cool. I like the idea of commitment. Before my mom came to work for Thomas I was a good Catholic girl.” She giggled. “Now I’m a bad Catholic girl.”
“Where is your mom?”
She pointed. “That’s her over there on top of Nela.”
We were interrupted by grunting and panting from the young blond sitting on the man’s face. “Tommy, I’m gonna cum!” she said. My super deduction powers told me that Tommy was most likely Thomas Barker, the man I was here to interview. Then her back arched and her face contorted and she literally screamed, just like my Dawn does. The man reached up and grabbed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers and her scream got louder. Clearly he knew how best to give her pleasure.
Esmeralda watched her cum, then turned to me with worry on her face. “We’re not doing anything illegal here, are we Detective?”
“Call me Johnny,” I said. I looked at her naked body. “Our relationship already seems far enough along that ‘Detective’ sounds a bit stilted.” I thought about her question. “Let’s see. I’m guessing that nobody’s trading sex for money here and as far as I can tell all the sex is very consensual.” I studied her face and her body again. “You aren’t underage, are you?”
“I’m eighteen, almost nineteen,” she said.
“How old were you when your mother came to work for Thomas?”
“Sixteen.”
“Were you having sex with them when you were a minor?”
“No, I haven’t had sex with anyone yet. I just like to be naked with them.”
“Then there’s at least a small chance that I won’t have to arrest anyone today. “