Jack Robbins - Roamin Sex Games

Pam was sitting, idly pulling the material of her thin dress up her thigh and back down again. It was a hot, humid day in San Francisco, and the dress clung to her in a maddenly sensuous way. She was thinking and remembering. It had become her favorite hobby lately.

Her blue-green eyes stared out of the ceiling-to-floor bay window, half-focusing, dream-like, on the busy people down on the street. They were all so intent, going to or coming from somewhere. The apartment was a modest third floor walk-up. As if mesmerized by the activity in the streets below, the five foot-six beautiful eighteen year old absently stopped caressing the dress long enough to light a cigarette, then let her hand drop back down to her soft, moist thigh again.

Mike. Ah yes, Mike! He was the one who had started all her desires brewing, the night he had made her a virgin-no-more. Mike, the high school football star, Mike the cherry-stealer. She remembered her own voice singing out in that car, parked by the fishing lake. "Yes, Mike. So good!" It had hurt, but at the same time felt so unbelievably good: And she remembered too, his voice, saying, "Oh, man!" as her hot, slippery flesh squeezed at his shaft.

She was away from that now, on her own in the big city. In the few months since leaving home she had been a waitress, a nudie model, and slept with both the manager of the restaurant and the photographer. And oh how she had come to love sex! She thrived on it, yearned for it, like a baby thrives and yearns for its bottle or breast nipple. She had found loving more fulfilling with older men, but somehow she wasn't remembering them now. Her memories were of young Mike.

She blinked her long, thick eyelashes, and pursed her ripe, red lips, thinking how much easier life would be if she wasn't such a warm, sensuous girl.

Pam pulled herself up and made her way into the bedroom. She sat before her mirror, staring at her reflection, thinking about the trip she was going to begin the following day. She wondered what adventure lay in store for her. She could imagine herself now on the white, sandy beach, soaking up the sun, listening to the rhythm of the pounding surf. Maybe a bronze god of a man would come along and begin an interesting conversation with her. She smiled to herself and picked up a hairbrush and began brushing her long, blonde hair.

The mammoth jet soared up and away, carrying Pam, winging toward her dream vacation. She could hardly believe that at last she was on her way. Resting her- head against the seat, she listened to the soft rush of the engines and let her thoughts wander. Her mind turned, as it usually did in such situations, to men. She mulled over the guys in her life, back to Mike.

He had introduced her to the joys of lovemaking, and ever since, she'd had a lustful craving for sexual gratification. She loved what she did to men – and the thought of what they did for her made goose bumps rise on her back.

She gazed down at the water far, far below the plane, the waves rippling, the bright sunlight dancing on the water. The sight made her sleepy, and soon her head dropped back against the seat and she dozed off. She dreamed of swaying palms, sandy beaches, blue waters and bronzed men. She awoke with a smile on her face and found that the jet was nearing the islands. The jet soared over Hawaii like a giant bird and glided into the airfield, coming to a halt alongside the terminal. Pam disembarked and claimed her luggage, found an old jalopy of a taxi and told the driver, an elderly copper-hued man, to take her to the Moalakoi Hotel. He started the ancient auto and they rattled off toward the hotel. The streets were quite busy with traffic. Pam watched intently from the back seat and found, as they rode along, that Hawaii was everything she had hoped it would be. It was large enough, but didn't appear too cluttered with tourists, and its quaint streets were filled with interesting shops.

The Moalakoi Hotel, one of the island's nicest and most modern, was perched on the edge of the sea, a short distance from town. A beautiful structure, tall and white, it rose six stories from the ground, and each room had its own balcony overlooking the ocean.

The taxi creaked to a halt in front of the budding and Pam paid the driver and went inside the lobby. She checked her reservation and found that everything was in order and her room was waiting. She went up, and as soon as her luggage was brought, changed into a brief bikini and went back downstairs, not wanting to waste a minute.

She walked out to the pool and all heads turned to look at her as she passed. She put an extra little wiggle in her walk and smiled to herself at the response she got.

Several people were swimming in the enormous pool, but most were seated in the comfortable lounge chairs flanking the pool. Pam chose one and sat down, immediately applying suntan oil to her smooth skin. While she rubbed, she looked around at her fellow hotel guests. There were all shapes and sizes, all age groups, different colors and different nationalities.

At a nearby lounge was a girl about the same age as Pam. She saw Pam looking at her and she smiled, getting up and coming over to join her, she put out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Shelly Freeman."

Pam took her hand briefly, and returning her smile said, "I'm Pam Thompson."

"Nice to meet you, Pam. Did you just get in?"

"Yes, I did," Pam replied. "Haven't done anything yet. I just threw on a bikini the minute I got to my room and came down here to soak up some of this sun."

"I've been working on a tan, too," Shelly said, "but I stay inside so much I don't make much progress."

"Inside?" Pam asked. "In a place like this?"

"Yeah. Inside, in bed!" Shelly told her.

Pam laughed and said, "Oh, I see!"

"I was over on Maui with a guy and we came over here, but then he had to split."

"Too bad," Pam said.

"I'm glad in a way," Shelly told her. "I was about tired of him and I was definitely tired of Maui. That's why we came over here. This place is more to my liking, more people, and more competition for the busy."

"You shouldn't have any trouble in that department."

Shelly was a very attractive girl, though not a beauty like Pam, but still very pretty. Pam's opposite, she was dark-haired and dark-eyed. Not quite as tall as Pam, she had a well-stacked figure. She didn't have an ounce that wasn't distributed in the right place. Her big breasts almost spilled out of the top of her bikini and the bottom covered a cute, well-rounded ass. Her legs were twin columns of perfectly curved ivory.

"This Hawaii is a swinging place, all right," she confided to Pam. "The guy I came from Maui with had no sooner left that I was propositioned by a good-looking guy in the elevator."

"Did you take him up on it?" Pam asked.

"Not the first time. I was tired and needed a rest after all the trip from Maui. But last night I was all rested up and I saw him again, and he asked me again and I accepted. He took me out to dinner and dancing, and then we came back to my room and had a few drinks and before I knew it I was in the sack! He's a little older, which I prefer, and he was very good in bed, and he seems to be loaded. He threw money around like it was toilet paper. I haven't seen him around today. He's probably gone already. That's the way it is around these places, but that's the way I like it. I don't like long; involved relationships. I like nice little affairs which allow me to play the field, and resorts are just the place for it."

"Yeah, me, too," Pam agreed.

"Hmmmm, I wonder who I should try first," Pam pondered, looking over the people around the pool.