But she felt like she was. And that night she would have said she was embarrassed by it. And that she was only doing it for Mickey. And that it was a part of the fantasy that they (mostly he) had talked about for the previous year. But even that night, she knew better.
By the time they finished dinner, she begged Mickey to take her back to the room where they fucked until they were both dry. And then she put the dress on again and stood in front of that mirror learning every single way that it moved when she did.
They went through the same routine each evening before dinner. Shower, robe, and Mickey’s wardrobe choices for the night. She was relieved the second night when the first item she was given was a pair of panties. Red. Silk – or something imitating it. A classic thong with a touch of lace at the top of the backside. The bra matched. Same fabric, color, and lace. She was grateful for the panties when she saw her skirt. It was black and tight and barely covered her ass. She knew that there was a better-than-average chance that someone would see those red panties tonight. The bra was covered by a sleeveless white blouse. As she suspected, she could see the bra fairly easily through the white fabric. After dinner, they headed to the dance floor where they tried to remember steps they had forgotten long ago. It made little difference. Kate was extremely aware of the men who were focused on her bra and the secrets it held. Thirty minutes was all Kate could take before she began to beg for the room, the bed, and Mickey’s cock.
The next night was dinner on the beach, so the attire was more comfortable. A pair of white shorts that would have been illegal at home and a solid turquoise halter that revealed a generous amount of the outsides of her breasts. Mickey found himself caught up in conversation with another couple that evening. Kate did not lack for attention.
They snuck back to their room before dessert and out onto the patio. Without a word, Kate moved toward the tub, resting her hands on the edge and pushing her ass back toward Mickey. He grinned at the view. If Kate knew how much of herself she was exposing at the moment, she would have never agreed to wear those shorts, he thought. Or would she?
The sex was quick. Mickey tugged at the shorts and buried his erection into her slick hole as soon as it was visible to him. She wore no cumbersome panties tonight. She came as soon as he was all the way in. She startled him with a single quick shriek, followed by a long moan as she enjoyed the sensation. He began to thrust in and out, seeing her white cream coat his dick. Her moans grew quickly, as she nodded her head, encouraging him.
“Yeah, like that. Fuck it!”
He was still surprised at her newly found words and wondered if their neighbors were enjoying an evening on their patios.
“Like that?”
She nodded. “It was naughty, so you need to take care of it.”
“Naughty? When?”
“Out there.” She gasped for a breath. “They were looking. And it liked it.”
“I saw them.” He bucked harder into her. “And I liked it.”
She sucked in another breath and tossed her head back as he landed. “You liked them looking at me. Dressed like this?” Another muffled shriek. “They could see almost everything.”
Mickey felt his balls filling, preparing for release. He wanted to respond but knew that anything he said would send him over the edge.
“Not inside.” Her voice was a whisper, but loud enough to be heard. She pulled herself off his cock and spun around, squatting in front of him.
The sight of her face, inches in front of his dick, was enough to launch Mickey. She opened wide and caught the first shot on her tongue, then closed her mouth around it, letting every subsequent drop slide directly down her throat. As she slowed, she began to gently milk him with her lips and tongue until the sensations were too much for him.
“Okay, okay,” he breathed. “You are something else.”
Kate smiled, shrugged her shoulders, and lifted her eyebrows. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
“Well, for the last few minutes I have,” Mickey grinned as he fell back onto a chair. He was quiet for a moment, watching her pull up her shorts and tug at the sexy top.
“You like it that much, eh?
“Like what?” She brushed her fingers through her hair.
“The attention.”
Kate grabbed a small towel and dipped it in the tub, then wrung it out and used it to gently wash her drying juices from Mickey’s cock. There was a long silence before she finally answered.
“I do. I don’t know why, but it really… turns me on.” she shrugged. Then she quickly added “But I’d never do anything. And it’s only fun because you’re there.” Another pause.
“And you’re OK with it?” She sat on his lap.
“Absolutely.” His answer was quick. “More than OK. I think it’s hot. I was hard on the beach tonight, watching those guys flock around you, knowing what they were trying to see.”
She thought she could feel his dick move under her.
“Maybe we should go get that dessert now,” she suggested. “Then we can come back and finish properly!”
Long tables had been assembled between Tiki torches a few yards from the gentle surf. Other torches were set up near groupings of chairs. They fell in line at the tables with the other guests, Kate selecting the first piece of cheesecake that she saw. Mickey took a few minutes to survey his options before settling on chocolate mousse.
They found a seat and made awkward small talk with two older couples from Wyoming while they ate, and then Mickey made some diplomatic pretext to allow them to slip away.
“You should have just told them that your naughty wife wants to go back to the room and get fucked,” Kate laughed as they left the soft light of the beach behind them.
“I don’t think that would have been a good idea. The way Ed was looking at you I think he might have invited himself along”
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She lied.
“Uh-huh. Right.”
They continued down the walkway holding hands, past the sidewalk that led back to their building. It was a perfect night for a stroll.
“Maybe we should circle back then,” she said playfully. “I don’t want to be rude. But maybe they won’t be there. Maybe I would need to check in on those guys from earlier.”
“Guys? As in more than one?”
“Well, that woman in the conference room we read about seemed to enjoy it. And the lady who got on the wrong train. And the one who had to entertain her husband’s bowling team when he was late coming home.”
“Bowling team?” They moved further from the noise of the beach and the lights of the buildings. “I don’t remember that story.”
Kate could feel the color rushing to her cheeks. “Umm… I may have read a couple of chapters when you weren’t home.” She felt a quiet wave of guilt.
“I guess you’ll just need to catch me up then.” He slid his arm around her and they shared a quick kiss. It was quiet now, except for the lapping of waves on the beach.
“Back at the fun beach,” Kate said. “It’s like something just pulls us over this way.”
They turned down the path, the white chaise lounges softly lining the way to the darkness of the water.