Grinning sheepishly at him, I whispered, “Thank you Jake. I really needed that. Now we had better hurry and get dressed before your mom wonders what...��s keeping us.” We stepped out of the shower stall ; while he dried me with a towel , I did the same to him. I couldn’t help but notice that he did spend a lot of time drying my tits and pussy lips, paying more attention to those two parts of my body than all the rest. Maybe he read my mind, because he grinned at me. “I just want to make sure you. “Grandpa! What are you doing?” you said, shocked. “Shhh… you taste wonderful. Here, kiss me on the lips, you can taste yourself too.” You leaned over and laughed. You approached my face, then pulled back. “Really?” you asked. “Yess…” I answered, and pulled you down, our lips meeting. You hung there for a minute, I could tell you were getting the taste. “Mmmmm…” you said. You looked into my eyes. “It does taste good. You too. You taste like gum.” We both laughed, then you pressed your lips. The pool was crowded and all the deck chairs were full. Jack went up to the second level, asked the waiter for a beer and looked down into the pool area to check out the action. All of the ladies were in two piece bathing suits. A one piece bathing suit was rare. There were no string bikinis but some of the suits the ladies wore were close to it. There were a number of well-endowed women and Jack enjoyed watching their breasts jiggle when they walked.He noticed that laying on deck chairs were. I felt like some sort of voyeur alien sitting by myself in a corner looking out at some foreign life form that only briefly came into focus when the strobes shot their intense light onto the dance floor. My corner remained dark, out of reach of the the sporadic lights but definitely not beyond the reach of the blasting music.I had come to the club with a group of my university friends. It was a good place to unwind and an even better place to hook up with girls. For some reason tonight I wasn’t.