Total Abandon (7 page)

She snatched it from him and rolled it in her towel. Her nipples swelled at the thought that he knew she was nearly naked under the thin fabric of the sarong.

“I’ll walk back with you, if you want, or…”

At his pause, she gazed at his face.

“We could stay and watch,” he continued.

She shook her head, her cheeks burning. “No, I … uh…”

“You know, it might be a good way to ease into the sexual arena again. Watching allows you to participate while keeping a distance. It’s not as threatening as getting personally involved.”

She turned toward the water and saw Aimee and Craig locked in a deep kiss, their naked bodies pressed close together. Aimee’s full soft breasts crushed against Craig’s hard muscular chest, his big arms wrapped around her. The tiger tattoo made his bulging bicep seem even larger. Her insides ached. She wanted to be Aimee. She wanted to feel a man’s hard body against hers. To feel his hands stroke every part of her.

She tried to drag her gaze away, but it stuck like glue.

“It’s okay,” James said. “There’s really nothing wrong with watching. They said it’s okay and I’m sure it’s adding to their excitement.” James spread his towel on the sand and sat down, then patted beside him in invitation.

Despite her uncertainty, Sandra sank onto the towel, her gaze locked on the couple on the rock in the middle of the water.

Craig had moved behind Aimee and his hands covered her round breasts. Her nipples peeked from between his fingers as he stroked and squeezed. Sandra’s own breasts ached to be touched. She wanted to stroke her nipples. She glanced over at James sitting beside her, also watching the action on the rock, and she itched to reach for his hand and place it on her breast.

Craig lowered himself into the water and swirled around Aimee until he faced her, then he clung to her waist and began to feast on her breasts. Sandra almost moaned at the thought of his hot mouth on her own breast.

“Pretty hot stuff, eh?” James said.

Sandra just nodded. Her breasts pulsed with need. She wanted to slide up beside James, as close as she could get. To feel his hard thighs next to hers. To climb in his lap and—

He raised his arm, inviting her to scoot closer. She knew exactly what he was hinting at and she hesitated, but she couldn’t ignore the burning in her body. As soon as she shifted closer, he took her elbow and guided her in front of him until she sat between his long legs, her back against his solid chest, watching the action. She could feel his bulging erection pressing against her behind. Her breasts ached for his touch, but he simply slid his hands around her waist and watched the couple in the water.

Craig stepped onto the rock and stood up. His raging erection stood tall and proud. Aimee wrapped her hand around it and smiled.

“You’ve got it bad for me, don’t you, sweetie.” Aimee stroked that wonderful long cock several times.

Sandra could feel James’ cock twitch against her. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She stroked her fingers over his hands, then lifted them and placed them over her breasts. His strong fingers closed around her mounds of flesh and she almost moaned at the sublime feeling. Her insides melted and she felt slick moisture between her legs.

Oh, God. She wanted to roll back, strip off her suit, and invite him in. She could just imagine his cock gliding into her. Deep. And so powerful inside her.

Aimee stroked Craig’s long cock several times, then she wrapped her lips around him and lowered her mouth over him. Her hands wrapped around Craig’s tight butt and squeezed as she bobbed up and down.

James’ hands glided under the opening in the front of Sandra’s sarong and he found her tight, naked nipples. As he toyed with them, she sucked in air at the exquisite sensations rocketing through her. He smiled at her and nuzzled her neck. She turned her face and he captured her mouth, his lips gentle and coaxing on hers. His tongue nudged between her lips, then glided inside, and all the while his talented fingers stroking her nipples until she nearly gasped for breath.

When he released her mouth, her head fell back against his chest and her gaze drifted back to Aimee and Craig. Craig now stood on the rock and Aimee floated on her back. Craig guided his large cock to her opening and drew her toward him, gliding inside her. Sandra’s insides clenched in need.

Aimee wrapped her legs around Craig’s waist and he thrust once, then toppled into the water. Both of them went under, then broke the surface, laughing. They swam to the swim raft about twenty yards farther out, then Craig turned his back to the ladder and curled his arms around it, his body still in the water. Aimee wrapped her legs around him, capturing him inside her again, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Sandra could just imagine that long hard cock inside her. Her insides burned with need. She stroked her fingers over the back of James’ hand, which still caressed her needy breast, and nudged his hand downward. He got the idea and glided over her stomach, then under the band of her bikini bottoms. As soon as she felt his fingers slide over her slick folds, she moaned, her eyes closing. Her head lolled back against him as he stroked over her slit, then glided inside with two thick masculine fingers.

She arched upward, loving the feel of him inside her. Stroking. Nudging deeper.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she murmured.

He nuzzled her neck as he withdrew, stroked her slit, then found the little button hidden in her folds. As he stroked over her clit, she moaned, then in a sudden burst of pleasure gasped and cried out in ecstasy.

The orgasm swept her away, thrumming through her body in a sweep of sweet rapture. As the pleasure ebbed, she found herself sprawled on the towel in front of him. Her gaze snapped to the couple on the swim raft, but they were groaning their own release.

“Oh, my God, I didn’t mean to…” Her gaze fell on the bulge in James’ pants. “I mean, you didn’t…” She sat up. “I should—”

He stroked her long hair back. “It’s okay.”

“But you…” She reached out her hand, but he caught it before she could stroke his bulging crotch.

“Sandra, it’s okay. Really.”

Oh, God. She couldn’t believe she’d gotten so carried away.

*   *   *

Sandra leaned her elbow on the table and stared out the big window at the sunlight glittering on the lake. Three loons swam along the surface of the calm water. One dipped its head underwater, then smoothly glided beneath the surface. One of the others dunked its head in the water, taking a drink, and the other resurfaced several feet away.

The door opened and Sandra’s gaze jerked to the entry. Aimee stepped inside, her dark blonde hair still damp from her escapade in the water.

“Hey there. You disappeared in a hurry.” She tossed her bag on the floor, then slumped onto the chair beside Sandra’s. “I was glad to see you decided to stick around and watch.” She grinned. “Now we can tick number eight off the list.”

“Seven,” Sandra corrected.

“Okay. That’s the spirit.” She put her feet up on the chair beside her. “So where is the list anyway?”

“You stuck it on the fridge this morning.”

“Oh, yeah.” She pushed herself to her feet and retrieved the list, then set it on the round glass dining table. “You’re definitely right. Seven it is.” She grabbed the pen she’d left on the newspaper crossword she’d been working on that morning and ticked off number seven. “Great. I’m sure you can knock off a few more before we leave.”

Sandra groaned. “Are you kidding? I can’t believe I did the one.”

“Well, in fact, weren’t you halfway to doing number three? Not that James is exactly a stranger, and you didn’t have a blindfold, but I’ll go easy on you and count it if you want.”

Sandra glanced at number three.
Make love to a sexy stranger while blindfolded.

Sandra dropped her face to her hands, covering her burning cheeks.

“Oh, honey. What’s wrong?”

“I just…” She raised her face and gazed at Aimee. “I can’t believe I did that. I hardly know the man and I let him … And I didn’t even … for him, you know?”

“Sweetie, don’t worry about that. I’m sure the whole situation is a fantasy come true for him. And if you want to reciprocate, we still have the whole weekend ahead of us.”

“Reciprocate? I don’t think I can even face him again.”

Aimee patted her arm. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion. You both got turned on watching Craig and me, and you got caught up in the action. As I said, James was probably thrilled. He understands that you’re still a little shy about getting involved in sex again. Don’t worry about it.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re obviously way more comfortable with the situation than I am.”

“Listen, honey, I’ve never done this before, either. Never put on a show before. But I’m comfortable around you and I thought it would help loosen you up a bit.”

“Not a great choice of words,” Sandra grumbled.

Aimee started giggling. “I didn’t mean it that way, but okay. Why don’t you let yourself become a loose woman? Just for the weekend. James is terrific. So is Craig. And man, Craig is an incredible lover.” She nudged Sandra’s elbow. “And James, too. I told you that. Maybe once you get down with the two of them, you’ll give me a shot, too. I’ve never had a threesome, either.”

“I can’t have a threesome,” Sandra said, tight-lipped. “I can’t even have a twosome.”

Aimee glanced at the list and tapped the pen several times.

“You know what? I have an idea.” She pointed at number three with the tip of her pen. “Why not give number three a shot, but in the truest sense?”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning … we’ll have you approached by a strange man—you won’t know who—and he’ll initiate sex. I’ll take you out in the woods and blindfold you. He’ll come up behind you and … then you’ll do it.”

“Out in the woods?”

“Sure. Why not? Or on the beach. Wherever. I’ll arrange it.”

“So basically, you’ll have James or Craig come up behind me—”

“After this morning, it can’t be James. He doesn’t really count as a stranger now.”

“Craig?”

“Okay, now you’re just making it hard. The idea is you’re not supposed to know who it is.”

“Well, it’s not hard to figure out that it’ll be either Craig or James. They’re the only men on this island.”

Aimee grinned. “Well, maybe I can change that.”

“You’re
not
going to bring in a total stranger to have sex with me, just to make the fantasy real.”

“Okay, I promise. I won’t bring in a total stranger. Now, will you do it?”

Sandra really wanted to have sex, and that taste of a man’s touch this morning made her hunger all the more for the feel of a man deep inside her. But the hardest thing was for her to let go and just let herself be with a man. Maybe Aimee’s idea was the best. It made sense that Aimee would ask James to be the one, but then, she might ask Craig instead, just so Sandra wouldn’t be sure. The only thing predictable about Aimee was that she could be totally unpredictable.

The thought of James’ stealing her away, then undressing her, and caressing her … then claiming her body completely, set a fire inside her. Then shivers started when she thought about the fact that she wouldn’t know if it was actually James or Craig who would be touching her.

Refusal hung on her lips, but the powerful images burned through her. Her insides felt like a pressure cooker, churning inside. She desperately wanted to have sex. Why was she holding back? It’s not like Aimee would tell anyone, and she was sure the guys would be discreet. Aimee would choose well.

“Okay, what the heck.”

*   *   *

Devlin peered at the clearing from behind the bushes, holding a long-stemmed yellow rose in his hand. He knew it was Sandra’s favorite type of flower. His cock had been hard from the moment he’d received Aimee’s call this afternoon.

He’d thrown some things into his small duffel bag and driven up right away, arriving around four. James and Craig had come over to the marina in their boat to pick him up, then they’d had dinner together, giving them some time to get reacquainted. He’d met them at Aimee’s cottage a few years ago and tended to see them three or four times during the summer.

Craig had graciously invited him to stay overnight at his cottage and offered to take him back to the marina tomorrow before dinner, all while keeping Devlin’s presence hidden from Sandra. The guys were really into the idea of helping Sandra live out the items on her list. Since they knew Devlin was their partner in crime on this endeavor, they’d told him about the goings-on that morning.

The thought of Craig and Aimee having sex while Sandra watched set his groin aching. It turned out that Sandra knew James from college and, as he waited there, he was glad Aimee had asked him to come. While he wanted Sandra to spend a little time living the single life, he figured it was better that he stay within arm’s reach. The last thing he needed was her forming an attachment to another guy before he could make his move.

As he watched, Sandra walked into the clearing, then turned and faced the large rocks as Aimee had instructed her to do.