The Chalet (3 page)

Dinner at the chalet had been a sumptuous affair. The three of us now sat in the contented afterglow brought on by the food and wine and the soft, aphrodisiac night. My belly was warm with the mellow spice of dinner's wine and desert's cognac. I was drunk with the culinary prowess of the five-course meal, and on the kindness of the chalet's keeper who had prepared and served the feast before whistling his way back into the night. While the serenade of the cicadas in the cool, long grass just over the veranda provided the soundtrack to our happiness.

As if mellowed by the embrace of the warm maritime air, we made our conversation in muted voices. Our laughter was low and deep, rippling naturally from our unguarded inner depths. Those depths so delicate and so guarded in the cold and rain, so safe and closed that we lock them up and spit our laughter from behind our noses and out of our throats. We had taken a chance and shown each other all of our naked flesh and so much of our naked souls. We had been lucky. In taking that chance we had found beauty in each other's bodies and in each other's spirits.

My two friends sat across from me. Their skin shone soft and smooth in the orange light of the evening. The sun had kissed brown his long, powerful arms and the smooth tops of her breasts. They sat close and very much at ease, their fingers interlocking, skin against skin, eyes clear and unafraid to adore the face of the other. Under the table their legs intertwined as she draped her firm, silky thighs over his lean, powerful legs.

I did not feel jealousy. For jealousy only comes with dishonesty. I did not want what they had, what she had or what he had, exclusively, one without the other. I wanted inclusion into what they were, into their warmth, into their pleasure. And they seemed willing to invite me.

“Are we making you uncomfortable?” she asked me suddenly, her eyes bright and wide with concern as she made to pull away from him.

“There's nothing to be uncomfortable about,” I told her as I reached out to stroke her hand.

She believed me and nestled further into him.

I meant what I said. There should be no anxiousness among us. For a moment, however, he looked sheepish. But he quickly recovered as he remembered that the staid and sour rules toward public displays of affection did not apply here.

“So….what….” He teased. “You wouldn't be embarrassed if I did….this?” Deftly he lowered the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and exposed her breasts by pulling the top of her dress down to her midriff.

She hadn't expected him to do it. She was surprised but not ashamed. She looked down with almost girlish bewilderment. As if she hadn't expected to have her gaze met by her own bare, big, beautiful breasts.

I laughed at his naivete. “We've all seen more then that! And she's beautiful anyway. Why should any of us be embarrassed?”

Slowly, casually she sought to recover her clothing.

“Don't do that,” I chided her gently. “It's a warm night. We need fewer clothes. Not more.” And with that I peeled out of my own top and let the gentle breeze lick my bare, warm skin.

“Now who's out of sorts?” I asked him.

He quickly tugged his way free of his own shirt.

So there we sat, naked above the table, clothing still tingling against our flesh below. As I sat there, I began to consider the irrelevance of clothes in this heat. Until finally, my remaining clothes felt like little more than a chafing hindrance.

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” I said as I stood up and wiggled out of my shorts and panties. I don't think that either of my friends expected exactly that. Still, neither of them took their eyes off me.

“It's not like we haven't seen each other before now, is it?” I teased them again.

I felt now, as I had the days before, totally natural and at ease, as if the whole rest of the world were as gentle and beautiful as I felt. Without a stitch of clothing on, I walked round the table, stood behind her, and put my hands on her shoulders. Her bare shoulders were so soft and round and her skin radiated the warmth absorbed in the daytime sun.

“Come on,” I said gently. “You have to play too,”

She smiled at me over her shoulder as my hands wandered down to her torso and I eased her from her chair. When she stood, her dress fell away and I helped her out of her panties, sliding them down over her silky, curvaceous thighs.

“Don't think you're getting out of this one,” I said, turning my attention to him. He knew I was teasing and not commanding. He knew I was playing like this because I felt so comfortable with him, and his hand went to his belt.

“No,” she said suddenly. “Let me.”

She pressed her bouncy little body hard up against him, unclasped his belt buckle and button, unzipped his shorts and pushed them to the floor. He stepped out of his fallen trousers as she ran her hands over him from top to bottom, taking his underwear with her as she descended. She stood up, pulled him toward her, and kissed him deeply and passionately.

Honesty is a powerful aphrodisiac. As I watched them, pressed together so pure and so naked, unashamed and unwilling to hide their desire, I felt the first release as my lust too began to assert itself.

I came up behind her and put my hands on her back. With just my fingertips, I traced lines down from her soft shoulders, over her shoulder blades, down to her strong, tight lower back and out over her pert, fleshy ass that sat out so round and proud.

She moaned in soft appreciation as his tongue probed her mouth hungrily from the front while I caressed her more gently from behind. I wanted to feel her softness all over me. I moved forward and pressed the whole of my body up against hers. My breasts squeezed tighter against her firm back and my belly was flush with the curve of her spine. She quivered and giggled a bit and I knew she could feel the short, kinky down of my pussy riding against the creamy flesh of her buttocks.

I held her close and kissed her ears and the back of her neck. “Do you mind if I touch you?” I asked her.

She trembled slightly with pleasure and anticipation, as she sighed a languid, “No.”

I drew my arms around her and embraced her. I felt the dense bristle of his trim man-bush against the backs of my hands and her tender belly against my palms. Her tummy was relaxed and made the slightest outward curve that felt delicious under my hands. As he held her tight from in front, his hands began to find my flesh. At first tentatively and respectfully, then more hungrily until he fairly embraced us both.

“Turn round,” I said to her. “I want to….taste you.”

She turned and looked deep into my eyes, as he took the position I had now vacated. For a split second her deep brown eyes formed a question as if seeing me somehow differently….or perhaps for the first time. That question passed, or was answered, wordlessly and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her kiss exploded into the back of my head like sugary sparks. Her slippery tongue and wet lips, so much smaller and more delicate than a man's, enveloped my own. Now I was wet above and below. And, from the way she had kissed me, I was sure she was as well.

“And the rest,” was all I said to her as our long drink of each other subsided into sips and nibbles.

She didn't seem to understand exactly what more I wanted to taste. So I traced my hand down between her breasts, over her belly, and onto her mound. I touched the table and told her to sit down and lay back.

She balked for a moment and giggled. “But I…I've never….” she began.

I held a finger to her lips and guided her onto the table. She became supple and willing. He moved to take a seat at the table, fixing his eyes on the beautiful, naked girl before me. A girl who would have been a feast to anyone's eyes.

The table was at a perfect height and I sat down in front of her, parted her legs at the knees, and lowered my lips to her cunt. With only a twinge of apprehension she leant back and rested the finely curved arches of her feet on the arms of the chair. She smelled sweet—slightly of citrus, and of sun-kissed skin long in the heat, and musky like the intoxicating secrets of a woman.

She jumped with sensitive surprise at the first touch of my lips. I teased her by nuzzling and licking her soft, plump inner thighs before covering her pussy with butterfly kisses.

Almost protectively, he came up behind her and touched her cheek tenderly. She raised her heavy lidded eyes to his and he smiled. As he did so I felt her thighs relax as some of her tension ebbed away. He continued his caress of her skin. He was gentle and did not grapple her flesh as he fondled her breasts and stroked her neck and belly. With so much attention and so many sensations bombarding her at once, she wriggled happily under his touch and mine.

She had a beautiful pussy—secretive, tucked in deep, nestled in at the apex of pliant, pretty thighs. Her vulva was long and plump and very smooth. The lips yielded and parted between my fingers. Her body and mind followed behind her sex, as her muscles lost their tension of doubt and instead began to twitch with pleasure. Her inner pussy was pink and soft and her honey had already made her start to glisten. Without haste I suckled tenderly at her silky pink slit, making her slick with her own honey and my saliva. She was passed doubt now and, without any reluctance, thrust her bottom upwards, pushing her mound over my tongue and into my mouth.

Her pussy swelled with lust and became slippery with desire. Some of my lovers in the past have wanted only to be licked and petted at their entrances, with only my tongue hinting at their deeper parts. But she was so soft, so slippery and so supple that I decided to gently slip two fingers inside her. I did not enter her deeply, for I did not want to shock or hurt her. Instead, I let my fingertips rest just inside her as I suckled her cunt-lips and her petulant little bud. As I pushed passed the constricting ring of her pussy, I felt her inner walls were delicately ridged and very tight. Still, I knew I wasn't hurting her as she bore down with her pelvis, contracted her cunt around my fingertips, and rewarded me with little gasps that made my wet parts even wetter. I couldn't tell what kind of state I'd be in if ever she got her lips on me.

As she squirmed and squealed with delight on the tabletop she became so excited that she reached back to put her hands on him. He stepped closer and her fingers dragged over his stomach and down to his member. She fumbled for a moment with his beautifully swollen and prepossessed penis before cupping his balls in her hand.

I looked up from her glistening valley and into her face as I asked her, “Do you want him? Do you want him….inside you?”

“Yesss,” she said. “Yes…Please.”

“Come here,” I said to him. And he made his way around the table.

With my mouth removed from her sex, I didn't want her to feel suddenly displayed. So I rested my hand on her pussy as I watched him make his way toward me. His legs were strong and thick and his hair dark. His proud member swayed gently as he walked.

I knew that she and he had become close. Perhaps closer than I knew. So, when he stopped in front of me, I turned to her and asked, “Can I…Do you mind if I….taste him.”

She was adorable as she shook her head. Like a schoolgirl whom I'd asked if she minded sharing her lunch.

Keeping a comforting hand on her cunt. I turned toward him in my chair. His cock was heavy and stiff as I guided it into my mouth. I sucked only the tip first—gently but firmly. Coaxing him, but not forcing him, into a full and powerful hard on. I felt him throb in my mouth as the blood rushed to make him complete. His cock-head grew blunt and bulbous, as his shaft became denser and thicker. I began to work his shaft between my thumb and forefinger as I took his length more fully into my mouth. I savored the salty-sweet member, enjoying the gentle tension I created on his foreskin—my fingers sliding down, and my lips slurping up.

I kept her pussy under my other hand and I felt her fingers drift down and intertwine with mine. I was happy to see that she was not ashamed to play and touch and give herself pleasure. I was glad I had taken him into my mouth. In my mouth he was thick and long and did not taper. I knew she was very tight and I did not want her to hurt, even for a moment, when he entered her. I made sure that he would be slick with my fluid, to slide smoothly and deeply into hers.