Surely, given all this, that sound had just been some random thing blown against the door...The knock came again, louder this time.Pushing back his di...ing room chair to stand, eyes quickly going to the fake Japanese sword hanging near the door, Greg made his way to the cabin door. Throwing back the deadbolt, mind for a moment on various horror stories that had started this way, he pulled it open.Before him were two women, cold, wet, and miserable.The wind gusted, stalling any further. Her back arched, and she drove her pussy down on my fingers. Then I felt a flood of juices spray from her as she cried out. I had stopped plunging the spatula in her ass because she was shaking so hard in her orgasm that I didn’t want to hurt her. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers for what felt like minutes but was probably just seconds until she started calming down. When she did, she just kind of flattened out on the cushion with her ass still in the air over the end of the couch. I slipped. He doesn't have to do anything special. When I got to my room Jim was in bed. "So, ya going to show him?" He said. "Who," I asked. Truly not following the question. "Bill," he said. "Are you going to show Bill how you look in your other bathing suit" "You're k**ding right?" I asked. He just shrugged his shoulders. "What, you want me to just put on that bikini and walk out there? Parading in front of people we work with?" I could see him thinking. "I know," he said. "Put on the bikini and call. They were an older couple and spent most of the year traveling so I was used to having the pool to myself. They were out of town that day, so I popped in through the side gate. Dropping my towel, I dove in and to loosen up did a few freestyle laps. I followed with numerous laps of practicing my butterfly stroke. It was an intense workout and completing it; I could feel the familiar muscle burn of exhaustion. Pulling myself out of the pool I headed to the lounge. I popped the buds in my ears and.