This story includes all sorts of sexual combinations between two men and two woman. If that's not your thing, move on. The characters don't use condoms but you should.

Day Two

Sometime during the early morning hours, I felt someone nursing my dick. Was I in dreamland. When I felt my cock get hard, I knew it was no dream. But maybe it was a dream, I don't know. When I next had the sensation of an erection, it was merely my morning wood. When I cracked my eyes open, Melissa was dressed and Silvio was nowhere to be seen.

"It's six o'clock. Ssssh. Just listen. Silvio went back home to walk the dogs and work. You won't see him today. Later on, maybe. I have to go to work. I have a big wedding coming in today. You won't be bothered except for Housekeeping at about eleven. I made coffee. I'll try to stop by on my break. Last night was great." I heard the screen door close.

I was alone on the big bed. What was I to do? I rolled over and thought about last night. When I rolled back over and it was ten o'clock. And I still had my morning wood! I poured a cup and walked into the shower. Rinsing off all the crusty cum made me appreciate the experience of incredibly uninhibited sex all over again. Boy, was I ever lucky to find this place and Melissa and Silvio, wow! How lucky to find a pair of hedonists, too?

Breakfast consisted of coffee and Oreos. My staple. I heard it's what Olympic athletes train on. I walked outside sipping my coffee, looking at the pristine beach of powdery white sand. Another beautiful day in Paradise. I set my coffee down, dropped my shirt and ran into the warm water. The gulf was endlessly calm, a glassy surface as far as the eye can see. I saw some dolphins break the horizon. No people, no noise, isolation. Suddenly, a feeling came over me, a sensation I had not sensed in some time. I got out of the water, grabbed my stuff and ran back to the bungalow. I had to write.

Words and ideas flowed freely, my sentences were good. My fingers danced across the yellow pad. I produced nearly ten pages which practically wrote themselves. I was reading and editing when I heard a cart pull up. Melissa walked through the door.

"It's okay, don't get dressed. It's just me. It's almost seven, do you want dinner?"

"Ho...ly shit!...Seven o'clock?"

"Yup. I stopped by earlier but you were writing and so I didn't bother you. But I took a picture. Wanna see?"

She showed me her phone. It was a picture of me through a screened window, sitting naked, writing and smoking a bone, wine glass next to me. I looked like a real writer. "I love this picture. You have to send it to my phone."

"Did you know that Housekeeping was here and cleaned. Mary said that you didn't even notice her...and she's a cutie, too."

"Uh, I think I remember someone was here. I remember that you came by. Gee, I'm sorry, I was really into it. I was in the zone. I couldn't stop writing...uh, let me clean all this up and put it away, I'm dried up anyway..." I collected my papers and stopped to read one.

"Now come on, don't get into it again!" I nodded in agreement. Shit! It was seven o'clock. Where did this day go? "So, you hungry? How does this sound? Silvio is still working but unlike you, he just can't stop until the inspiration runs out of him. He doesn't dry up. And then he sleeps for about ten hours. He said that he's going to come by later but I doubt he'll make it. How about I cook up some tacos. Make some margaritas. You roll a joint and maybe I have a surprise for you later...we'll see...no guarantees."

"Well, all right. And yeah, I'm hungry. I thought I'd cook up one of the things I bought in the general store yesterday but this sounds better...sounds like a plan."

"Okay, get out of here while I cook. Go take a dip before the sun sets." I gave her a joint and she shooed me out. I heard the blender start blending up drinks. I love a woman with a purpose.

I didn't even think to get dressed. I lackadaisically sauntered down to the water. About a half hour later, I heard her call and I lackadaisically sauntered back. What a way to live!

I walked through the porch into the kitchen. Imagine my surprise when I saw another woman standing next to Melissa. Both were still dressed but I stood there hanging to the left. Both started to giggle.

"Wow, what an entrance! Ray, this is Mary. She is the surprise I mentioned. Mary, help me bring everything out to the porch. We'll eat out there, the sun is setting and there's a nice gulf breeze...Oh, and Ray, don't get dressed." She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. "Oh, that feels good to let the girls out." I just stood and watched as Mary, a petite Latina with a beautiful smile, pulled her shirt off, too. She didn't need a bra with her small, pert tits nearly filling out an A cup. But, oh those nipples! Little puffies that were just waiting for my lips. They glided by me with plates and glasses. I shrugged to no one in general as I slipped into the shower for a quick rinse.

I pulled my new "lost shaker of salt" tee-shirt on and walked out. Melissa and Mary were sitting in their panties having shed their shorts. We made an interesting grouping.

"Hello, Mary. I'm Ray. Pleased to meet you, now that we're formally introduced."

"Hi Ray. Nice to meet you, too. Nice shirt...and your penis lives up to expectations. too." Her slight Spanish accent was cute.

She and Melissa shared a knowing look. While I scarfed down a delicious Margarita and some equally delectable tacos, I listened to them.

"I told Mary about last night and she wanted a taste. So I sent her over to clean the bungalow today but -..."

"When I came here to clean the room," Mary jumped in, "you were sitting at the desk and typing furiously. Naked. And I was horny! I don't think you ever saw me. I was insulted."

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you today but I was very absorbed. My loss," I said while I gazed over her small frame.

"So I called her while you were swimming and explained that you were in writing mode and on another planet and I made her come over."

"I apologize profusely, Mary. What can I say? What can I do?" Then a thought hit me. "I know!" I jumped up from my chair, got down on my knees in front of her chair and spread her legs. A perfectly exquisite camel toe encased in pink panties stared back. I leaned in to worship her cleft. She moaned.

"I told you he was a classy guy."

As I licked, slurped and gently invaded her sweet lips through the cloth, she moaned again. But this was in between a running conversation she was having with Melissa. I didn't mind. She had a scent that was sweeter than most, without a strong musk. And the growing wet spot tasted equally sugary. Now and then, she would press her vulva into my mouth, or lightly hump it. However, I didn't want her to cum yet. This was an appetizer, a forshpice, a lagniappe.

I got up and sat back down in my chair. My damp, pussy-eating grin owned my face. I exclaimed, "Ahh, tacos..."

"That was mean to stop," Mary said but with no malice.

"I was ignoring Melissa and I didn't want to appear rude."

"How sweet!"

I poured another drink and scarfed down a few more tacos. The women just looked at me and waited to hear me say that I was finished. They were patient for a while until Melissa said, sort of annoyed at my complacency, "We'll be on your bed. Join us when you're done."

I was on "island time." I slowly finished up, nursed my drink and then maybe after ten minutes, I walked into the house. Before me, the two women were delightfully entwined. The bungalow reeked of women scent. I breathed it in filling my lungs and my nose better than any toke. I chose to sit in a big chair and watch.

"Aren't you going to join us?"

"No, I'm going to sit here and take it in. You two are so hot." As I watched these women, my excitement increased and their familiarity with each other served to heighten the sensuality. I observed how Melissa caressed Mary's breast with such delicacy causing Mary's nipple to protrude like puffy nubs. Mary's hand was in Melissa's crotch but I couldn't see that, I could only watch Melissa's reactions, a porn film unto itself. Eventually, Melissa began to shift on the bed so she could go down on Mary. And there I was, naked in a chair watching all this with the hardest hard-on imaginable.

Mary arched up as Melissa slurped her crack. "Ohhh, baby...ohhh." Mary still had her hand in Melissa's gap and pulled her gently around and toward her. Now, I had a good old lesbian sixty-nine in front of me. My cock was bursting, I had to stop stroking it. They were so into it, I was mesmerized. Sounds of slurps, sucks, pussy farts, queefs, not to mention groans, moans, and sighs enveloped me. I couldn't take it anymore.

I walked over to the bed with Mary's snatch as the target. I squatted over Melissa's head and slowly penetrated Mary. My balls dragged along Melissa's forehead as I gently slid in. I synchronized my strokes with Melissa's clit bath. After a few minutes of this, I felt Mary squeeze me, sucking me in. She tensed and cried out, "Oh, baby, I'm cummming..." as an orgasm washed over her. Melissa had not so much stopped sucking on her as she just let Mary's clit flutter on her tongue. When at last she let out a satisfied sigh, I slowly pulled out and moved over to the other side of the bed.

In a moment, my cock was sliding in and out of Melissa. Mary was licking my balls and fingering my ass. And while I loved being in Mary, Melissa was better. Melissa was tighter, more reactive and more in control of her actions. While Mary was a good little spinner, but she was also a toy. Melissa was a woman. Getting sucked into Melissa's vagina was a joy, her sugar walls vibrating around my shaft. Over and over, her pussy sucked me. As I would pull out, she provided resistance and sucked me back in. What a trick! I could only stand this for so long. I felt my orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum soon," I panted.

Immediately, Melissa dismounted and turned around. I groaned in disappointment. "Come on our faces. Paint us." There were two gorgeous faces just inched away from my cock. I stroked it and flexed toward them as I came. Strings of cum decorated their cheeks down to their breasts. I managed to get them in their mouths, too. As my orgasm began to subside, Mary sucked me in and cleaned me off. I was surprised by the length of her tongue and how it wrapped around me. She had a neat trick, too!

They weren't quite done. They both sat up and began to orally clean each other, showing off their mouths of cum. And then, to my surprise, Mary kissed me and passed my seed over, giggling all the while. Melissa followed suit and soon we were swapping my cum back and forth. We had become silly and it was fun. Again, this lack of inhibition only served to gratify us even more.

"Okay, I have to cum again. Enough with the fooling around." Mary was a woman with purpose. She squatted over me and pressed her ass in my face. I began to rim her. Melissa leaned over and licked her slit. Both of us had the same idea as our fingers met in Mary's pussy. With Melissa's finger moving up while mine moved down, Melissa's lips wrapped around Mary's clit and my tongue in her back door, it took no time to set Mary off.

"Fuck!...Fuck! Fuck!" She grunted deep sounds and rocked maniacally. She tensed up and screamed, "Oh, Fuck! Fuck!" and then I felt her soak up. Vaginal juices splashed out on us. I thrust my finger into her and rubbed her g-spot. She let out an animal grunt and shook. Mission accomplished. She slowly collapsed on me as I rolled aside. Melissa leaned up and we began to kiss.

We lay like that for about twenty minutes when Melissa got up to hit the head. Mary was spent. "That was as good an orgasm as I can have. Thanks. "Oh, my pussy... it is still vibrating."

"My pleasure. It was exciting from my end, too."

"Excuse me while I change the sheets." I forgotten that Mary was the maid and Melissa was the boss, and my host. Lines blurred.

Melissa returned and Mary took her turn in the john. "Well, that was quite something, wasn't it?" said Melissa as she started to dress.

"Indeed. I'm going to sleep well tonight."

"It's your last night. Make the most of it."

Mary returned and she, too, started to dress. I got up and walked out onto the porch. The stillness was extraordinary. Then the girls left with Melissa telling me that I had until five p.m. to check out but that she would see me before then. Mary kissed me. Kiss kiss and gone. As the quiet set back in, I thought of this sex marathon I was experiencing and I considered the need for a quiet vacation. Nah!

Day Three

Falling out, naked under the stars, joint in hand, what could be better. Turning off lights, I wandered into the bedroom and eased myself into the multiple pillows and I slept well. It was just after dawn when I awoke. Although earlier than I would have liked to rise out of this comfortable bed, it was my bladder calling. After a strong, healthy piss, I felt refreshed. The shower and then the coffee recharged me.

Grabbing my pad, I walked out on the porch and began to pour out words while I sipped my joe. I liked what I was writing and I was actually having fun, a rarity in my profession as each word can be an agonizing journey. This morning, words spewed from my writing hand faster than I could think them. In no time, it was eleven o'clock and I had seven pages I liked. With yesterday's output, I realized I was back in the saddle. I had the story under control again. These few days had cleared my DBS (Dreaded Backup Syndrome) as well as my Writer's Cramp (not quite a block). I set my number-two pencil down. I was done for now. All of my words had vanished but I did not feel drained. I felt good. I was feeling really satisfied with myself when Sylvio pulled up.

"Ray, are you busy? Am I disturbing you? I have some of the sketches from the other day. You want to look see?"

He energetically pulled several canvases out of the car and set them before me. All were completely different in tone and style. I suppose he was a Modernist, venturing and discovering the subject as he explored different media. One canvas was of a tall, thin man standing in dark profile. The body and the face were subdued while the approach to the oil painting was all angles and lines. It was very striking but I didn't like it much. It was harsh. It reminded me of a mixture of Giacometti, Picasso and Kandinsky. Maybe it was too busy.

The next canvas was a square study of my penis. This was done in pencil and seemed very exacting, a true depiction. It made Little Elvis's seven inches seem longer. This was good (and flattering) but not the sort of thing I would hang on my wall. Still, it could be a hell of a conversation starter.

The third canvas, however, stopped me cold. It was an abstraction of three people literally having fun. You could feel the happy laughter. You could tell the figures were nude but with no gender assigned. And, you could sense that they were experiencing joy by the wild splashes of color. This was an original and by that, I mean it came from his imagination and his very soul. While there was a Matisse feel to it, it was unique. A smile spread across my face.

Sylvio smiled. "I guessed you would like that one. The people in it are acting so childlike."

"Happy. Uninhibited. Joyful. It's beautiful."

"Well, it is yours to have, if you want it...my gift; a tribute, if you will...to remember us...and make you come back. I have one more but it is for me."

He turned a canvas around. It was an elaborate sketch of my rear, bent over and balls hanging. I burst out laughing and said, "You can keep that." He laughed, too. He then stood up and proceeded between my legs. Nothing was said as he proceeded to take my shaft into his mouth. I sat back and closed my eyes.

I wanted him to do me and he did.

I respected his excellent technique. It wasn't enough to swallow my cock. No, he had to twirl his tongue around the shaft and the frenulum. It was not enough merely to lick my glans. He had to dip his tongue into the pee-hole and suck in. Oh, that felt so good; the head was all tingly. That was a technique I must remember to try sometime. Then, when he deep-throated me, I swear I could feel his tonsils tickling me. This guy was a master.

He began to suck on the corona and stroke me by twisting up and around my shaft. Followed by some deep swallows, I couldn't take too much more. I was uber-hard. I bucked against his face until I started to feel the cum rise up from my balls. He was motionless as my spunk began to fill his cheeks. He stayed this way until I was done and then he gently squeezed out a dribble more.

"Thank you, Ray. You give a good cum. Is tasty."

"Don't thank me, Syl, your cock-sucking technique is extraordinary. I'm glad you liked it but I loved it. Here, let me do you."

"No, no, not now. I have to be somewhere. I will see you later. I just came here to show you my work but your beautiful cock...I got distracted" He didn't have to say anything. Sylvio pulled away and I was in the same position as when he arrived although a bit looser, to say the least.

I walked into the house for another cuppa and something to eat. I surveyed the bungalow and figured that when the time came, it would take me all of five minutes to pack and leave.

After breakfast, I performed my ritual. I smoked a bowl and ran into the sea. This was just this side of amazing; naked in an empty beach and not a care in the world. The temperature was in the nineties and the water was in the high eighties, a thermal bath. I think I saw someone but he or she had to be a half mile or more down the beach. As the person approached, I got out and ran back to the bungalow.

I sat in the shady porch and cooled down. I smoked another bowl. After about fifteen minutes, the figure approached my beach. She looked my way but she couldn't see me. She looked fine in her pink string thong and long legs. She turned around and began her walk back, behind the palms and beyond my sight. I sat back and closed my eyes, creating a fantasy about her. This was a very pleasant diversion.

I was interrupted by Melissa and Mary, who had come to clean the bungalow.

"So, how did you like my place?"

"It was fantastic, thank you. It was just what I needed. I'll pull out of here soon."

"Don't hurry, it's okay. Mary is straightening up the place and then we'll have some fun. I have a couple of hours free." She noticed Sylvio's painting. "Oh, that's good. Very good. Silvio was inspired."

"I really like it. I think I'll hang it in my bedroom."

"What? Like an upside-down horseshoe? You should be so lucky!" She laughed.

"Oh, no," I laughed. "It will remind me of these past few days every time I jerk off."

"Let me ask you something? Did Sylvio blow you when he was here?"

"Indeed, he did. And it was very good. In fact, it was fabulous."

"I told you he was cum whore, didn't I. He loves a hard cock in his mouth but doesn't get it as often as he would like. That's one of the first things that drew us together, that we were unabashed bisexuals. I think that's what still keeps us together, I swear. But we haven't met many men willing to play with both of us in the last couple of years. It's been very, very lean. So this was very good for him."

"Well then, it was very good for me, too. I rarely ever have the opportunity to meet kindred souls like the two of you. Whenever I'm in a group situation, it's from a hook-up or a CraigsList ad. It just isn't in the same league as this. Rarely do I feel like developing a relationship, but I think I already have. Listen, before I forget, write down your email and private phone. I want to stay in touch with you and be a regular thing. It only takes a couple of hours to get here and I can foresee some open weekends."

"Yeah, I'd like that. Sylvio, too. You're a real good guy...and versatile. I like versatile." She took my pad and wrote down her contacts.

"Hey, you guys. Come in here!" Mary yelled from the house. "You want to see something?"

"She must be ready for us." We entered the house to find Mary on the bed with her naked ass in the air.

"Oh, that looks so pretty." Melissa knelt down and kissed her ass.

"Yes, warm me up, Mel. I want his cock. I want him to fuck me good."

Melissa turned and took my stiffness in her hand. She spit on Mary's ass, right between the cheeks. She gently pulled me over to Mary's ass. She began to drag my cock up Mary's ass crack rolling it in the spit and then noodling around her tight starpucker and down to her taint. When Melissa pushed the head of my cock into Mary's taint, she gave out an animal groan, real deep and throaty. Finally, Melissa reached the opening of her cavern. She lined me up and pushed my ass forcefully causing me to fill Mary in one thrust. Mary gasped and pushed back at me. We immediately got into an aggressive fuck with hard, deep strokes. Every few strokes, I held my cock as I bottomed out. Mary's legs spasmed a little each time I did that, causing me to stroke again. She was an assertive little fucker. Meanwhile, Melissa stood behind me. She had a firm grasp on my balls and pushed, forcing me to keep my rhythm on the beat.

We fucked like this for about five minutes when Mary cried out, "Do it, do it. Harder. Faster! I'm cumming." Melissa turned to Mary's clit and started rubbing it back and forth in a rapid diddle. That's all it took for Mary to start spraying her juices all over. My cock was engulfed in a warm bath and her cum flooded down my legs. Mary started to laugh in gratification as she reached the apex of her climax, such was her pleasure. She pushed back against me one more time, letting my cock sit in her warm velvet walls. Slowly, she pulled away from me and flopped on her stomach. "That was fabulous...fabulous. I feel so full. What a fuck!"

I was on my back. Melissa stroked my semi-stiffy while Mary fed me her oh so succulent nipples. Soon, I was rising back up to the occasion. While it took a short while, it finally responded. Melissa slapped my ass and then she got on her hands and knees like Mary had done, ass up. I mounted her and pushed into her. Apparently, Mary's orgasm had fired her up and she began to fuck me vigorously. Mary lay watching us and put a hand under Melissa's breast, fondling and pulling at her nipple. She fucked me hard for what seemed like forever but was no more than a few minutes.

"Melissa, I'm going to cum soon," I said, "I can't hold back any longer."

"Just stay with me, Ray. Just another minute." She placed her finger over her clit and squeezed my cock. I was concentrating on holding back. Every sports image ran through my brain: the 50s Yankees, the '69 Mets, you name it, anything to let her ride my cock a little bit more. Her flying fingers were also doing the job on her. With a lurch and some heavy panting, she started to spasm. Her vaginal muscles seemed to have its own way of doing things and the fast squeezes could no longer hold me back. We were both cumming together.

"Here...it...cums." I began to shoot deep into her quivering snatch. We were both trembling while I pumped into her and emptied my balls. Her pussy responded by opening up and feeling her walls vibrating. Finally, I pushed in hard and let the head pulse in her womb. We both collapsed onto the bed. I slipped out and fell on her back, my sticky dick nestled in the cheeks of her ass.

We caught our breath. Mary said, "Get up. I have to make the bed. I have work to do."

"Work can wait. I have to recover. That was great. Come, Mary, let's shower off."

They left me on the wet, sticky bed and I wallowed in it like a mud wrestler. My dick was dead but I didn't care a whit. I thought back on the great sex these past few days. I was lost in reverie when I heard moans coming from the bathroom. I quietly got up and looked in. There was Mary on her knees, water splashing over her, licking Melissa. Melissa was holding one leg up to provide Mary more access. I stood and watched these horny women. What was it about this island that made everyone fuck like rabbits? I sure was glad I found my way here.

When they finished, I stepped into the shower and let them wash me down. But my dick was dead and there was no way I was going to get hard again. We got out and toweled off. They left me in the bathroom while they went to clean up the bungalow. I took my time by lathering my sore penis. Melissa yelled out to bring the keys to her when I check out and then they pulled away.

It took me no time to pack. I packed my car with my bag, my laptop, my writing and my painting. I put on my "I Found My Lost Shaker of Salt on Captiva Island" tee shirt and sat down in the shade. Smoking one last joint, I began to reminisce again. Melissa, Sylvio, Mary, cock, pussy, suck, fuck...yeah, I had a good time here. Did I want to go? No, but I had to. "Some people say there was a woman to blame..." - true that. I finished the bowl and got up. On an impulse, I ran down to the beach, stripped down and dove in. The sky was a cloudless blue and the water was like glass. Oh, this was too good. But I had to go. I walked back and checked out the bungalow one more time.

I drove over to The Waters resort and handed Melissa the keys. I told her to put me on her list and that I would be back as often as I can. There were others in the office so we both acted very professionally. She walked me out to my car.

"Here's your bill. I hope you enjoyed yourself, Ray."

"I loved it...and you guys, too. Let's keep in touch." I didn't even look at the bill. I just tossed it into my car.

"Most definitely. You should say goodbye to Sylvio. He's in the studio." She gave me simple directions. With eyes watching us, we shook hands and I got into the car. She leaned into the driver's window and whispered, "You were great, Ray. You were exactly what we needed. You come back soon, y'hear?"

I drove to the studio. It was off the main road and backed onto the Intracoastal waterway between the island and the mainland. This was a nice spot for inspiration, very natural and bucolic. I quietly walked inside. Sylvio was alone, dancing around and painting a canvas. He didn't hear me enter. I surveyed his studio with all the artwork on display and scattered around the floor. Sylvio was good but he was all over the place in terms of style. He seemed to try everything from watercolor to collage, from a linear architectual sketch to Impressionism to Abstractionism to Cubism to Pop. He was good but maybe only as a good mimic.

He stood back from his work and noticed me. He smiled and said, "How you like?" He spread his arms expansively.

"I like. You're good. But, let me ask you, do you have a singularly personal style or is it a desire to try everything? You seem to be all over the place?"

"Hmmm. Interesting observation and a very good question. I do have a style I lean on that gives me great satisfaction...and I do want to try everything because it is my nature...but really what it is, is that I do whatever the customer wants and likes. I sell it for too much money and it pays for my life here. It is business. What I love, I keep to myself or give to friends. But for the rest, I aim to sell for the highest price. It is a living."

"Honest. I understand completely. I really love your gift."

"Grazie. It is an example of my personal style. I had fun painting it and it shows. It is like a good memory, yes? To tell you a secret, I put a little something of myself in every canvas."

"Like what? Do you jerk off on the canvas?"

"Sometimes!" We roared together. "How about a drink, Ray?"

"No, thanks. I'm heading out and I wanted to say goodbye and thank you. I think we'll see each other sooner rather than later."

"Thank you for the pleasure we shared. It was an invigorating vacation, no?"

"That it was, Sylvio. I'll need to rest up after this." He went over and locked the door, flipping the closed sign and pulling the shade. He turned to me and I dropped to my knees. I pulled his shorts down and was greeted by his long, thin penis; the purplish, angry helmet waving in front of me, peeking through the foreskin. I placed my hand between his legs and cupped his ass cheeks. I placed my tongue between his balls and I slurped from his root, up his shaft, around the head and to his pee-hole, pushing his foreskin back with my tongue. His body went a bit limp and he sighed. Pulling me up, he took my hand and led me to a bedroom in the back of the studio, his private space. Quickly we stripped and stood naked. He walked up to me and squashed his cock against mine. I remembered that he liked nipple play so I took them between my fingers and worked them.

He pushed me back on the bed and set up for a sixty-nine, him on top. Instead, he rolled us over so I was on top. "Fuck my face, Ray. Fuck it."

"No, my friend," and I began to go down on him, savoring the texture of his soft glans. Swooping down to get most of his shank, I felt him in the back of my throat. I tried some of his techniques. I squeezed my throat muscles and moaned enjoying the sensation. I did this a few times, swooping and squeezing, and he began to spasm. His cum shot down my throat and I swallowed it without tasting it but I could feel the head throb and pulse and that was enough. In fact, it was splendid. I was surprised that he had cum so quickly, I mean, I was just starting to enjoy myself. As he came down, I slowly slipped him from my mouth.

"I'm sorry, Ray, but it felt so good. I got lost in the pleasure."

"I'm glad I gave you pleasure. That was one nut you had to pop."

"Now, let me pop yours. Come on."

"No, Sylvio. I can't cum again today, the ladies wore me out. I just came over to thank you and now I'll be on my way back north. I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Melissa gave me all the ways to contact you and I'll be back before you know it. Now you go back to work."

"Friend." He stuck out his hand and we shook.

I drove down Blind Pass and onto Sanibel. I stopped at a little general store for a cup of coffee and an awesome blueberry muffin. I do love a little muffin now and then. And then I was off again. Down the causeway, through Ft. Myers and then there was that liquor store I stopped at on the way down (so I stopped in and bought a few more bottles to take home.) When I got into the car, I noticed the bill from The Waters. I opened it to find that there was no fee. Melissa had not charged me. The bill read "Friend of The Waters" - courtesy stay." I was stunned. She didn't have to do that. I sat for a few minutes gathering my wits.

Soon I was on I-75 heading toward Tampa. Listening to music seemed too hard and too distracting to take me away from the events that were flashing through my head. They were widescreen cinematic events. Did I just have the very best vacation I could ever have? How could I possibly describe this to my friends? How could I get more of that incredible sex or see those great people again? My mind flew back to the raw fun we shared and I was fantasizing again. It's funny how the miles flew by.

How could I get to have a place on Captiva? How could I make a living there? That one shocked me back into reality. Now unless the AbsoluteMegaSuperPower Lottery came in, that was a pipe dream. Which reminded me, where did I put my stash?

I decided to tell everyone that I found a cheap place on a desolate beach and I vegged for three days. No people. Isolation. Skinny dipping.

I decided to tell all of you the truth.

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