We met them at poolside at the Halekulani Hotel in Waikiki. Lydia, my lady, had just finished the newspaper and was stretched out on the chaise oilingher body in the sun, I was lying on the float besideher, when Nicole and Frank came up and asked if theycould borrow the TV listing. We’d seen them around thehotel and pool, in the restaurants and cocktail loungesbut this was the first time we talked.
Looking back on it now, it seems almost a dreamlikebeginning. In a matter of moments, we were chattinglike old friends but the conversation seemed to begoing on outside us, like a choral backdrop to the realaction that was taking place. For in retrospect I cansee that there was, almost immediately, an unspokensexual tension crackling between us.
Frank, dark and good-looking, was a well-built fellowwith a quick smile and a ready laugh. Nicole, blondeand sun-browned, was a lot of woman. It was very hardnot to stare at her in her skimpy yellow bikini withbeads of sweat atop the oiled skin of her amplebreasts. Rolling over onto my back, I gazed up herwell-formed legs to the swell of her lower belly andthe pouty mound of her pussy.
Lydia noticed my stare and gave me just a flicker of asmile; as if to tell me she knew what was going throughmy mind. We’d never done anything sexual with anyoneelse, though we’d often talked about it in intimatemoments of fantasy and it got us both very arousedindeed. So it wasn’t unusual that I felt the firststirring of an erection working against my bathingsuit. Lydia noticed that too. And so, I think, didNicole, whose eyes met mine for just a moment with alook of frank, bold curiosity.
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