Jack Robbins - Roamin Sex Games

Shelly gazed dreamily toward the opposite side of the pool and said, "See that blond god of a lifeguard over there?"

Pam followed her gaze and her eyes came to rest on a handsome man she had noticed earlier. "Yes, I see him."

"He's the one I'm after," Shelly said. "I've never seen such a handsome hunk of man. Look at that face, look at that body, look at everything! He is in fantastic shape for an older guy. I can just imagine how it would be with him. I get turned on just thinking about it! I would let him have me right here on the edge of the pool in front of all these people!"

Pam laughed. She looked at the bronzed lifeguard. About that time, he got down off his perch and walked along the edge of the pool. Her eyes followed every step, watching the way his muscles rippled when he walked and the self-confident air about him. Her eyes traveled down to the brief bikini-swimsuit he was wearing. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard at the sight of the tight, clinging fabric covering the bulge of his cock. As he walked the tight material of the trunks kneaded it gently, moving it slightly from side to side.

"I see what you mean, Shelly," Pam declared. Her breath was coming faster and her heartbeat had increased. She got that same tingling feeling she'd experienced so long ago with Mike. She hadn't realized how horny she was!

"His name is Jeff Madison," Shelly said. "I know that much about him. I intend to find out lots more." Pam stood suddenly and said, "Let's take a swim, Shelly!"

She ran to the edge of the pool and jumped in, her lovely young body cutting the water like a knife. She came up and saw Shelly dive and then surface near her.

"I'll race you to the other end," Pam challenged.

"Let's go," Shelly said, and they were off, paddling and splashing through the clear water toward the opposite end of the pool.

It was a close race and Pam won by a slim margin. When they stopped, sputtering and gasping for breath, they looked up and saw Jeff Madison watching them. He nodded and gave them a smile and strode back to his lifeguard's perch and sat down.

"Well, at least he noticed us," Shelly said.

"Yeah, we're making progress," Pam added.

"That swim made me thirsty," Shelly said. "Let's go get a drink."

Pam followed her up the ladder, out of the pool and back to their lounge chairs. A waiter came by and Shelly ordered two Polynesian Passions, a specialty of the hotel. In a few minutes he was back with the tall, frosty glasses. Pam took a sip of the cold, fruit-flavored liquid. It was delicious. She sipped it and chatted with Shelly as she watched the people around the pool. The more she sipped, the more relaxed she felt. She didn't realize how strong the drink was until she got up and started to leave.

She wove a pattern through the crowd, making her way into the hotel, to the elevator, and up to her room feeling as though she were walking on air. She stepped from the elevator and walked down the thick-carpeted hallway to her room. Once inside, she went to the bathroom and peeled off her wet bikini, hanging it over the shower door, and went back into the bedroom. On the opposite wall there was a full-length mirror attached to the closet door. She stood looking at her nude reflection, turning first to one side and then the other. She cupped her hands under her large breasts and shook them slightly. Taking the nipples in her fingers she stroked and tickled them, sending small waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged the brown nipples until they stood out, firm and pointing. Then her hands moved down over her firm stomach, kneading the smooth flesh.

Her fingers tangled into the blonde bush of her pubic hair, and slowly pulled apart the fat lips, exposing the red interior to the mirror. She walked closer looking at the reflection of her slit, the sensitive seat of her pleasure. She rubbed the lips together and felt the slippery, lubricating juice facilitate the movement. She inserted a finger just inside the lips and stirred. Her pussy sucked at her finger like a hungry mouth. Her clit was hard and pointing, and when she touched it, bolts of electricity shot through her body. She stirred faster and her finger made slurpy noises in the hot, juicy flesh.

She decided to take a shower. As she crossed the room she glanced at her unpacked luggage on the racks. Oh, well, there was plenty of time to unpack, she said to herself. Right now she was hot and she was going to relieve herself. She was already horny and that Polynesian- Passion had made her even hornier. She wandered what the hell was in it.

She stepped inside the shower, closed the door, and turned on the water. When the temperature was right, she took the nozzle and aimed the fine spray at her nipples, the sensation like hundreds of pleasurable little needles sticking her flesh. Then she aimed the spray downward over her stomach and directed it to her hairy mound. She arched her body backward, thrusting her pussy as high as she could so the spray could get at her most sensitive area. She moved her hips back and forth while the jet of water sprayed over her bush, making the hair stand out in little ringlets.

Reaching for the soap, she made a thick lather and applied it to her smooth, creamy skin. She covered her enormous tits, kneading and massaging them until they were pink and glowing. She worked the lather down, until her pubic hair was frothy with suds. She worked her hand round and round in circular motions while her box was tingling with excitement.

Inserting her finger again, she made contact with her clit and began massaging the hard, little button. She ground her hips in circular motions against her working finger. Leaning back against the wall of the shower, she added another finger to her cunt and added an up and down motion while she finger-fucked herself. As the delightful feeling increased, she moved faster and saw her stomach muscles flexing and unsexing involuntarily.

Her body tensed, her heartbeat increased, her breathing became heavier, and she was on the verge of a beautiful orgasm when suddenly she heard a loud knock at the door. At first she ignored it and kept masturbating furiously, but the knock came again, louder and more insistent.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she said disgustedly and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "Now who the hell can that be?"

She draped the towel loosely around herself and went to the door muttering under her breath. She opened the door and her eyes grew wide with amazement when she saw a bellhop standing there with a tray in his hands. A big smile spread across his lips when he saw Pam standing there with a towel barely covering her naked body. He swallowed hard.

"Your order, miss," he said, his eyes taking her in from head to foot.

"But I didn't call room service," she told him, letting her gaze travel over his body. He was at least six feet tall and-filled out the bellboy's uniform in a way that pleased her very much. He was an older man, yet extremely attractive, quite broad-shouldered and slim-hipped, and he had a thatch of curly, sandy hair, trimmed with gray at the temples. His gray eyes had a twinkle to them and his smile was punctuated by two dimples.

"I'm terribly sorry, miss," he apologized, his eyes fixed on her breasts. "I'll go back downstairs and find out the right room number."

He kept standing there gazing at her, not wanting to leave. She kept lingering in the doorway, hoping he would stay.

Finally he said, "Can I come back after I deliver this order?" His voice was husky with desire.

"Yes, come back," Pam said, letting her voice tremble slightly with passion.

She closed the door and dropped the towel and felt juice from her pussy running down her legs. She stood there, her heart pounding, her breath coming in gasps. Her hands began moving over her soft flesh again, stroking and caressing. Every pore of her body was on fire with desire.