"We'll be in the pool," I told her. "Why don't you join us? We might have some fun."
Her brown eyes met mine in a direct challenge. "Are you afraid of variety?"
I gave her a tight smile. "Baby," I drawled, "I live on spice."
She made a production out of walking away, the buttocks twitching an invitation that made my cock start growing at the prospect of a new acquaintance. I wasn't sure how Kitty would react to the idea. But, since she hadn't objected to anything else I had suggested, I figured she would accept this one with equal willingness.
The waitress managed another quick stop at my table. "My name is Wilma," she whispered. "Wilma Bartlett."
"Steve," I responded. "Steve Grammer."
"Who's the blonde?"
"Believe it or not," I countered, "she's my niece. But, she's a very understanding her girl. You'll like."
Wilma's eyes narrowed. "I like her already, if you know what I mean."
I held her gaze. "You swing both ways?"
"Like a pendulum!" she smiled, wiggling away again. I sat there digesting the information. The day seemed suddenly full of promise. Even the coffee tasted better.
Kitty came back with a loosely held bag and slipped into the chair opposite me, grinning happily. I nodded toward the package.
"I'll bet you ended up with two stamps and a band-aid!"
"Almost!" she giggled. "I saw you talking with that waitress."
"She has her eye on you," I informed her. "Do you mind?"
The blonde hair swirled in a quick wagging. "Not if you don't! Is she gonna let you…?"
"Don't worry about Uncle Steve," I answered. "One of you can take care of me."
We made our way to the cashier's cage and I paid the check. Then I registered at the desk and picked up the key while Kitty waited in the car.
Once inside the luxuriously furnished room, she threw her arms about my neck and gave me a juicy kiss that sent my blood pressure up several notches. Then she threw my newly purchased trunks onto the bed, grabbed the bag and disappeared into the bathroom.
I stripped to the buff and stepped into the snugfitting trunks, noting that my cock and balls were vividly outlined by the tight fit. What the hell! Maybe the sight would get Wilma more steamed up than she already was.
Kitty came slinking out of the bath and I gave a low whistle of admiration. The narrow cups of the halter just captured the prominent nipples of her creamy breasts and the skimpy bikini dipped dangerously close to the pouting mound of her cunt, permitting a few stray blonde curls to peep over the curving band.
She turned about, displaying the rosy cheeks of her cute little ass, the vertical strip of the bikini hidden in the crease of her buttocks. The outfit was obscene… and beautiful!
"Like it?" she asked, staring at the growing lump of my crotch; "Is that your way of showing appreciation?"
"Wilma will eat you alive when she sees that out fit," I promised. "And if she doesn't, I will! You are absolutely delicious looking!"
She moved against me, encircling my waist with one arm and cupping my swelling cock with the other hand. "I wouldn't mind a little bite of that!" she whispered, opening her mouth for my kiss and spreading her legs as I ran my fingers along the cloth covered lips of her inviting pussy. Her tongue carried her honey taste car back in my throat as she moved against me, whimpering in mounting desire.
"Come on, baby," I said in a husky voice, when we came up for air. "The sooner we get better acquainted with Wilma, the sooner we can get on with what we're both thinking about."
She drew back, frowning slightly. "I'll be jealous," she admitted. "I want you to do it to me! But I'm still scared. I'll enjoy watching you screw her. But I'll be jealous!"
I swatted Kitty's rump toward the door and picked up the phone, asking for Room Service. I ordered a fifth of scotch and a bucket of ice, telling them to add it to my bill and leave it in the room. Then I followed Kitty out to the pool.
Wilma was already there, stretched out in a lounge chair chattering away with Kitty as though they had known each other for years. I took my time approaching, running my eyes up and down that gorgeous body.
The uniform had done a swell job of hiding all those mouth-watering curves. The only two features I had been sure of were the face and the breasts. The bikini she wore now, almost as daring as Kitty's, left nothing to the imagination.
Her breasts, even with the tightening effect of her position, were thrusting mounds of creamy invitation and the bronzed legs were sleek and lightly muscled, ready to wrap themselves about a man's hips and pull him into that high riding slit that was outlined by the clinging fabric.
She saw me and gave a wave of welcome, her eyes dropping to examine my trunks and widening in surprised pleasure. She made a remark to Kitty and I came into hearing distance just in time to hear the answer.
"Nine inches!"
Long lashes blinked at me and warm fingers brushed lightly upward along my naked thigh, drawing lazy circles with the sharp nails. Her voice was soft and laced with desire.
"Do you two really want to swim right now?"
I looked at Kitty and she blushed, refusing to meet my gaze.
"How about it, baby?" I demanded. "We've got the whole day ahead of us."
I saw Kitty's thighs tighten with desire. "Didn't you order something to drink?" she asked.
It was answer enough. I took Wilma's hand and she rose to her feet, hips swaying as the three of us made our way back to the room. I followed them inside and locked the door, leaning against it and feasting my eyes on the two lovely bodies.
Kitty wiggled over to the freshly arrived bottle and deftly placed three ice cubes in each of three glasses, then filled them to the brim with whiskey. Holding our drinks, we raised them in a joint salute before drinking. The scotch slid down like velvet, then exploded in a gentle heat wave somewhere in the vicinity of my navel.
With the directness of youth, Kitty asked, "How old are you, Wilma?"
"Nineteen," she answered easily. "And I'll guess you at sixteen."
"Close enough," Kitty grinned. "Did Uncle Steve tell you I was still a virgin?"
Wilma's mouth flew open. "You've got to be kidding! With a body like that?"
"It's only temporary," I interjected. "Kitty has a certain fear that she hasn't yet overcome. We're working on it."
"I hope you're not afraid of anything else," Wilma said hopefully, her eyes drifting down to the bulge of Kitty's cunt.
"Don't mind me, girls," I said, dropping into a convenient chair. "You might as well get out of those damn suits. You're both dying to!"
Wilma walked over and plunked her drink down on the floor beside my chair, then lowered her delightfully curved rear onto my lap, squeezing her big tits against me and shoving her wet mouth over mine.
Kitty was in for a treat! I found that out when Wilma turned the voltage up on the kiss. Her lips moved in a continuous massage and her tongue managed to be everywhere at once, dancing between my teeth and probing like a curious eel. While my hand slipped the halter down and fondled a firmnippled tit, I decided that she would also deliver one hell of a blow job if she wrapped those lips about my cock.
When we finally pulled apart, she was panting and she welcomed the pressure of my lips on the aroused nipple. I nibbled with my teeth and polished the spongy tip with swift flicks of my tongue until she moaned and spread her thighs for the fingers that crept upward toward her waiting mound.
Kitty had used the time wisely, stripping off the swim suit and sitting on the edge of the bed watching our amatory pursuits. Gently, I urged Wilma upward.
"Let me watch," I said quietly. "For a while."
She stood looking down at me, unfastening the halter and baring both breasts, bold and high, the nipples dark and tilted. "You're not gonna chicken out!" she said softly. I shook my head.
"Honey!" I promised. "I'm gonna fuck you silly!"