When she entered the room, Melissa gasped and stopped in her tracks. Other than about a five-foot hardwood surface around the walls of the room, the sunken floor was covered with mattresses and pillows. The guests were all spread across that area; some were naked, some were down to lingerie and underwear.
“What … the … fuck,” Melissa let out, her voice just above a whisper. Brad and Lorraine were at her side and Lorraine put her arm around her waist. Brad leaned close to her ear. “Sweetheart, we know you really dug what happened on the island,” he whispered, his hot breath making her shiver. “We have these gatherings once a month or so. Everyone here is kind and gentle. Just go with the flow and enjoy it.”
Melissa stiffened. She remembered Brad saying those exact words at the lagoon when he and his wife had drawn Melissa into their group sex world with an incredible threesome.
The light was low and diffused but Melissa could see that the other guests were engaged in various levels of foreplay. She felt a shiver go up her spine and faint tingling in her pussy.
Melissa was in a bit of a daze when she came back to reality. A woman was standing in front of her.
“Well, hello,” she said. “I’m Amanda. And you are …?”
“This is Melissa,” Lorraine said, a sparkle in her eyes. “She works in Brad’s office. She was with us on our ill-fated cruise.”
Amanda reached out her hand and Melissa mechanically did the same. As they shook hands, Amanda clasped her other hand over Melissa’s, rubbing it lightly. “I saw you earlier but didn’t get a chance to say hello. Welcome to our little group, hon.”
Amanda was about Melissa’s height. She was wearing a light green camisole and thong panties. The color was a perfect complement to her red hair which styled in a sassy bob. Her hazel eyes were sparkling as she stared at Melissa — who suddenly realized that Brad and Lorraine had moved away.
Still holding Melissa’s hand, Amanda maneuvered her against the wall and then lifted that hand above Melissa’s head and placed it against the wall. She did the same with her other arm.
“Don’t move,” she said, her eyes still boring into Melissa’s.
Amanda’s hands traced over Melissa’s face, her fingertips and manicured nails barely brushing over the skin. They moved along her hairline, down past her ears, her jawbone, her cheeks. Her index finger traced over Melissa’s full lips, slightly parting them. She then leaned in and kissed Melissa. At first, she kept her lips together, but Amanda’s tongue kept flicking and pushing until Melissa moaned and her mouth opened. Amanda’s tongue eagerly invaded the moist, warm cavern.
Melissa started to drop her arms, but Amanda sensed the movement and used her hands to push them back into place. She broke the kiss briefly and Melissa realized Amanda wanted complete control.
The kiss resumed, and this time Melissa’s tongue became a more active participant. Amanda gave a purr of satisfaction and her hands moved down to cup Melissa’s breasts through her dress. Melissa’s nipples were already hardening, and Amanda’s caresses were speeding the process.
Their lip lock alternated between intense and soft with Amanda dictating the difference. Melissa’s heart was pounding, and her breathing was becoming ragged as the experienced woman engaged in her sensual foreplay.
One of Amanda’s hands slipped down Melissa’s leg and used her fingers to gather up her dress to her waist. She moved her other hand down to Melissa’s left leg. “Hmmmmm, thigh highs,” Amanda murmured. “Sexy.”
Amanda’s hand moved up above the stockings to the smooth flesh and then continued up to Melissa’s crotch. She lightly brushed her hand across it and Melissa broke free from Amanda’s lips to let loose a moan/sigh. “Oh my … what are you doing to me?” She knew the answer to the question. She felt Amanda’s hand travel over her mound to her other leg and move down her thigh to the top of that stocking.
Melissa still had her arms above her head as if they were pinned to the wall. Amanda broke off the kiss, then kissed her neck, nibbling her earlobe. Then Amanda removed her hands from where they had been and let Melissa’s skirt slide back down her legs. She reached up and took both of the young women’s wrists and pulled her to the edge of the hard wood floor and moved behind her.
By now, the orgy was in full swing. Over 20 naked bodies were on the mattresses and pillows with a variety of combinations and couplings. She spotted both Brad and Lorraine; they were each hooked up — Brad with a petite blonde who had a gymnast’s body and Lorraine was stroking the large cock of a slim black man.
Amanda leaned close to Melissa, who could feel her firm breasts pressing against her back. “My husband’s out there somewhere,” she said. “He’s probably face down in some babe’s pussy by now.” Right after saying that, she pulled her camisole over her head and pushed her thong down and off her legs.
“Here, hon, let me help you.” Her fingers clasped the zipper on the back of Melissa’s dress followed by the sound of the zipper’s journey down to its destination. Amanda pushed the dress off Miranda’s shoulders and down her arms, tugging it until it pooled at her feet.
Despite most of the others in the room being involved with their partners, several had their eyes on Melissa as she stood in her bra, panties and thigh highs. Amanda unsnapped the bra and pulled it away, exposing her firm breasts. Next, she tugged her panties down her legs. Amanda knelt to help Melissa step out of the clothing puddled on the floor and slipped off her heels. She was naked but for her light gray thigh highs and their presence only accentuated her desirability.
Amanda reached around and cupped Melissa’s mound and felt the heat and moisture. “MMMM, yes, you’re warmed up,” she said. “Let’s go have some fun.”