Thirteen

Sandra felt the color drain from her face. “You mean we’re not going this weekend?”

Aimee laughed. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

She reached forward and plucked the pen from Sandra’s fingers. Sandra realized she’d been gripping it so tightly it was surprising it hadn’t snapped in two.

“If you had to wait another week,” Aimee continued, “you’d be a basket case. I can’t go Friday, but I can go up on Saturday.”

“So we’re just delaying a day.” Oh, thank God.

“No. I mean, I’ll delay, but I don’t see any reason you can’t go up on Friday. The guys will be there.”

“How will I get to the island? I don’t know how to drive a boat. And I’m not sure I can find the island.” Out on the water, all the treed coastline looked the same to her, and there were several islands on the lake.

“No problem. You can meet the guys at the marina and they’ll take you on their boat. Is that okay?”

A whole Friday night on the island, just her and the two incredibly sexy men. Her insides quivered.

“Oh, yeah. That’s just fine.”

*   *   *

All day at work on Friday, Sandra could barely concentrate on what she was doing. Thoughts of seeing James and Craig again kept her insides simmering. Somehow she finished the Web form and handed it off to her boss for comments. Any changes would be handled next week.

Finally, five o’clock arrived. She gathered her stuff and stopped by Aimee’s desk.

“On your way?” Aimee asked.

“Yeah. You still have to work?” Sandra asked.

“Well, you know, I was thinking about that. I could probably finish this up in the next two hours or so, then you and I could grab a late dinner and be at the cottage by eleven or so.”

Sandra’s stomach twisted. “Oh, uh … yeah, sure.”

Aimee laughed and waved her hand back and forth. “Don’t worry. I’m just kidding. I wouldn’t do that to you. For one, I think you’d burst if you had to wait another hour let alone four. And”—she winked—“I assume you’re looking forward to some alone time with the guys.”

Sandra sighed. “You know it’s not that I don’t want you there, I just—”

Aimee laughed again. “Just go!”

Sandra grinned and turned around, then hurried toward the elevator. Someone held the door for her and she scooted in, then pressed P2. She’d driven her car today so she could head straight out. Her suitcase and a cooler of groceries were already packed in the trunk.

She hopped in the car and drove through the underground parking garage, then out into the bright sunshine. She negotiated her way through the thick downtown rush-hour traffic, smiling all the way. About an hour later, she pulled into the small marina and parked her car.

She opened the trunk and pulled out the wheeled cooler Aimee had lent her. It was the kind that claimed to keep ice frozen for up to five days, which was great since she’d had to leave it in the car all day. She’d packed enough food for both her and Aimee for the weekend. She tugged out her small suitcase and set it on top of the cooler, then locked up the car. Pulling the cooler along behind her, she headed to the dock that housed Aimee’s boat. Aimee had told her Craig’s boat slip was five down from Aimee’s.

“Hey, gorgeous. There you are.” Craig waved at her from farther down the dock.

The sight of him standing there with no shirt, the tiger tattoo prowling up his arm and his extremely well-defined muscles bulging, took her breath away.

My, God, what does that man do to work out?

Oh, man, she wanted to run her hands all over him. To feel the hardness of that totally ripped, extremely masculine body. To feel those strong arms around her and totally melt against him. Be consumed by his erotically aggressive kisses.

She tore her gaze away, shifting to James, who stood in the boat. He smiled. He wore a light cotton shirt, the front draped open revealing his rigid, well-sculpted muscles. Not as bulky as Craig’s, but exceptional nonetheless.

Craig walked toward her, then took the cooler handle from her and drew it toward the boat. He lifted the cooler, suitcase and all, and handed it to James, who hefted it to the floor of the boat next to their cooler. James took her hand and helped her into the rocking boat. The warmth of his fingers enveloping hers sent goose bumps skittering along her arm.

Sandra glanced around, a little nervous the guys would show some expression of affection.

If one of them were to hug her right now, with her hormones racing, she might get carried away.

“Have a good drive from the city?” James asked.

She nodded and made small talk about traffic and her workweek, perched on one of the seats facing the back of the boat. Craig sat in the driver’s seat, which put her back-to-back with him. She could feel the heat of his body only inches behind her.

James unfastened the ropes tying them to the dock, then sat in the front passenger seat. The engine revved and the boat moved away from the dock. In a few moments, they were on open water and the boat surged forward as it picked up speed. Her heart thumped in anticipation as the small craft bumped up and down on the water, then settled to a smooth ride.

They would be at the island very soon. The wind whipped her hair around as she watched the white crests of the wake behind them. She glanced along the shore and noticed several barbecues smoking as outdoor chefs cooked the evening meal. Quite a few families, or groups of friends, were already sitting around picnic tables, eating.

Sandra’s stomach grumbled, but hunger for food was not her topmost priority right now.

The boat slowed and she glanced around to see they were heading toward shore. She recognized the familiar neon orange buoys scattered around to mark rocks. Craig pulled up beside the wooden dock and the boat bumped against it lightly. James stood up and stepped onto the dock, grabbed the ropes attached to the wood, and looped the ends around the cleats on the boat.

He offered his hand to Sandra and she took it to steady herself as she stepped onto the dock. Then he pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her. His lips captured hers, his tongue delving into her mouth. She stroked her hands over his shoulders, then around his neck as she tangled her tongue with his. Craig moved close behind her, then his hand stroked over her right buttock and squeezed.

James released her lips and Craig turned her around.

“Oh, baby, I have been looking forward to this.” Craig’s arms encircled her and his lips engulfed hers. His tongue seared the inside of her mouth.

James’ hands curled around her hips, then glided up her sides, stopping just below her breasts. He drew her back, easing her body away from Craig’s a little, then James’ hands glided over her breasts, enveloping them in his warm palms. Craig stroked her ass and he pulled her pelvis tight to his. A large bulge greeted her, sending heat thrumming through her and causing a tremendous ache in her groin. James arched forward, pressing his impressive bulge against her backside.

Oh, God, she could hardly breathe. With all the heat rushing through her, she was surprised steam didn’t spout from her ears. She dragged her hands down Craig’s chest, loving the feel of hard sculpted muscles under her fingertips. He released her lips and she gasped for air. She stroked down his belly, then over his bulge, already bigger and harder than it had been moments ago. She unzipped and slid inside, anxious to feel him in her hand. She wrapped her fingers around his hot flesh and squeezed, then stroked him up and down.

One of James’ hands slid down her midriff, past her navel. She sucked in a breath as his fingers pushed under the waistband of her shorts and glided across the band of her panties. Then he slid underneath and down.

She squeezed Craig’s big cock as James’ hand glided over her curls, then along her very wet slit. She gasped as he pushed two fingers inside her. His other hand slid down to her hips and he drew her tight against him, the length of his erection settling between her buttocks. So hard and long.

She continued stroking Craig’s big cock as Craig nuzzled her neck, then found the hem of her tank top. His big hands glided underneath and found her breasts, then cupped them. James’ fingers swirled inside her. Craig lifted her top and gazed at her lace-clad breasts with admiration, then he tugged one cup underneath and he leaned forward to take her nipple in his mouth. Her fingers slipped from his hard shaft.

The sensations of his hot mouth on her sensitive nub and James’ fingers inside her wet opening, stroking her, overwhelmed her with pleasure. Then Craig sucked and James found her clit. She sucked in air and clung to Craig’s shoulder, then gasped as an orgasm washed over her. She fell back against James and moaned in pleasure.

As she floated back to earth, still collapsed against James, the guys chuckled. Craig kissed her.

“I think you missed us,” Craig said.

Still catching her breath, she gazed at him with wide eyes. “You bet I did.”

She pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it into the boat, then walked toward the shore. She kicked off her sandals, then shed her shorts as she strode toward the bushes leading into the woods, then moved to a large rock that was just the right height to sit on. Or lie on. She turned around and unfastened her bra, then dropped it to the ground. Both men watched hungrily as she tucked her thumbs under the band of her panties and pushed them down, then kicked them aside.

She stood before them totally naked, her nipples hard and distended. She stroked them, then cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted.

“See anything you like?” She felt wicked and totally wanton.

Both men surged forward and each took a nipple in his mouth. Sinking down on the cold rock, she reveled in the pleasure of their hot mouths sucking on her. Craig stroked down her stomach, then glided his fingertips over her wet slit. As she opened her legs wider, he slipped his fingers inside her.

She stroked her hand over James’ head, gliding her fingers through his dark brown waves, and he lifted his head and smiled, then kissed her lips. She reached for his belt buckle and tugged him forward, then pulled down his zipper and reached inside for his cock. She drew it out, then lovingly glided her fingers over it.

“Mmm.” She leaned forward and licked his bulbous cockhead, then swirled her tongue around the tip.

Craig knelt in front of her and licked her slit. She tossed her head back and murmured a soft sound of approval as she squeezed James’ shaft. She stroked Craig’s short sandy brown hair, then tugged a little until he raised his head.

“I want your cock,” she said.

He grinned and stood up. “I can’t argue with that.” He unzipped and drew out his enormous erection.

She grabbed it in her other hand and kissed it. Now she stared at two big cocks, one in each hand. She licked Craig, then James again. Wrapping her lips around James’ cockhead, she squeezed and sucked, then released him and captured Craig’s even bigger cockhead in her mouth. She licked the end with her tongue, then swirled around the top.

She released him, then pressed the two cocks together and licked them both. Base to tip, again and again, swirling her tongue back and forth as she dragged it upward. She eased them toward her and stared at the cockheads, squeezed together, then licked across the tips. She captured Craig in her mouth, then opened wider and squeezed James in, too.

Both cockheads in her mouth. She sucked and both men groaned. She wrapped a hand around each of them and stroked up and down. Sucking. Stroking. She cupped their balls, and caressed, then stroked their shafts again. She took them a little deeper, filling her mouth impossibly full, then sucked again. Harder.

Craig’s hand cupped her head. “Oh, yeah, doll. That’s great.”

She found their balls again and fondled them as her tongue swirled over their tips. Then she stroked behind their balls, and sucked long and hard.

James erupted first, then Craig right behind him. They filled her mouth with hot liquid.

She stroked them, then drew them free and smiled.

James grinned. “Is it time to go get the stuff from the boat?”

She tightened her hands around their cocks. “Not on your life.”

She stood up and grabbed Craig around the waist, then positioned him in front of the rock. She unfastened his belt and pushed his pants down. He kicked off his jeans, then his forest green boxers. She pressed her hand on his chest until he sat down, then she climbed on his lap, her calves tucked beside his thighs. As much as she wanted him to fuck her, his wilted cock wouldn’t do her any good right now, so she stroked her body against his, dragging her breasts up his solid sculpted chest. Her hard nipples pressed into him as she hugged him tight, locking her lips on his and thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. His tongue undulated against hers, then drove into her mouth, setting her senses on fire.

She felt his cock rise beneath her. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed, then pressed the head of his semierect shaft against her dripping opening. She stroked it along her slit, back and forth. Soon his cock was as solid as a rock.

She centered it against her opening, then slowly sank down on him. Her breath caught as his huge erection pushed deep inside, stretching her. Her arms wrapped around his muscular shoulders and she snuggled against him, enjoying the feeling of being impaled by his impressive cock.

James chuckled. “Would you two like to be alone?”

Sandra smiled. “There’s no way I would waste a second man.”

She pressed her hand on Craig’s chest and eased him back. Once he was lying down, she pushed herself up on her knees, enjoying the feel of his cockhead stroking her vagina as she lifted her body. He fell free and she leaned forward, presenting her backside to James in invitation. His hand stroked over her ass, then she felt hard flesh press against her slit. He glided inside her vagina, pushing in deep. He pivoted in and out a couple of times, then drew out. She grabbed Craig’s cock and sank down on it again.

James’ hot slick cockhead pressed against her back opening and he eased forward slowly. Soon his cockhead was fully immersed inside her. He stopped, giving her time to relax. She drew in a deep breath as he started forward again. After a few long, erotic moments, his entire shaft was inside her.

Oh, God, she felt so full. Two big cocks inside her. She squeezed her muscles.

“Doll, I am so close,” Craig said.

“Oh, man, me, too.” James stroked her ass.

She leaned her hands on the rock, then rocked her pelvis forward. Craig’s finger found her clit. Sharp pleasure seared through her. She rocked back and forth. The men began to move, pushing into her, then back, then deep again. James cupped her breasts and squeezed gently as he penetrated again. Pleasure welled up, then erupted through her as an orgasm blasted through every cell of her body. She wailed at the incredible sensations pulsing through her and exploded in ecstasy.

She gasped for air, both men holding her tight between them. Then she sighed.

“That was…” She pushed her long black hair back from her face. “Oh, man, you guys are…” She shook her head. “I mean … just wow!”

James chuckled as he pulled free. Craig stood up, lifting her to her feet with him, then kissed her.

“I think you could use a rest after that.” Craig lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder, then grasped her thighs and started to walk toward the path. The ground bounced beneath her as she flopped on his shoulder, enjoying the ride. His free hand stroked over her bare ass, and even in her sated state, she could feel erotic stirrings again.

It was going to be a long and incredibly exciting weekend!

*   *   *

“What is all this stuff?” Sandra peered at the red cloth shopping bag Aimee had set on the bed in front of her.

“I brought these for you to wear tonight,” Aimee said.

Sandra lifted one of the leather straps, a thick black band with a metal ring attached.

“That’s for your wrist. There’s another there, too.” Aimee picked up a narrow leather strap. As she lifted it, Sandra noticed there were other straps attached to it. “This is the body harness you’ll be wearing.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“You wanted to try some bondage, right?”

“Doesn’t that just mean the guys tie me up or put on handcuffs or something?”

“Sure, you could do that, but why not do the whole shebang?”

Sandra plucked the harness from Aimee’s fingers and stared at it. “I’m not even sure how to put it on.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll help.”

Sandra pursed her lips as she removed her clothes. Once she stood in only her bra and panties, she glanced toward Aimee.

“Keep going,” Aimee said.

Sandra glanced down at her powder blue bra and panties. Not exactly what she would choose to wear with black leather. She riffled in the bag to see if Aimee had brought something appropriate, but she couldn’t find any bra or panties, leather or otherwise, in the bag.

“I didn’t bring a black bra.” Sandra did have black panties, though.

“No need. You wear this alone. Nothing else. Nada. Got it?”

“Oh.”

Sandra reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, then dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

“Here, put this over your head.”

Sandra ducked her head under the leather strap Aimee held up and she positioned the harness over Sandra’s breasts, the straps forming a triangle around each one. Aimee walked behind Sandra and drew a strap around her waist, then fastened the small buckle. A pair of straps still dangled free in front of her.

“Okay, I have to feed the other straps between your legs and fasten them back here,” Aimee said.

Feeling a little strange about this, Sandra widened her stance. She and Aimee had changed together plenty of times, but this was … different.

Aimee reached between Sandra’s thighs to grasp the straps, then she fastened them to the waist strap. She stood up and turned Sandra to face the mirror.

“Check it out. You look gorgeous. The guys will be enthralled.”

Sandra glanced in the mirror and smiled. The harness was actually quite attractive. The angles of the straps surrounding her breasts emphasized their soft round shape. The diamond formed by the straps pulling off to each side by the waist strap, then downward between her legs emphasized her flat stomach and drew attention to her … uh, pussy.

“That little heart is really cute.” Aimee grinned. “Maybe I should do that with my pubes.” She pursed her lips together. “But I’d have to grow it back first, and that’s a pain.”

“I’m sure what you have now is … fine.” Sandra wasn’t used to talking about pubic hair trimming with Aimee, but then, the nature of their relationship seemed to be changing.

“Now we’ll just put the straps on your ankles and wrists.”

“Ankles, too?” Sandra asked.

Aimee laughed. “Yeah. How else could they lay you out spread-eagled?”

The thought sent heat flooding through Sandra’s system. For the first time since Aimee had presented her with the red bag of goodies, Sandra started thinking about the fact the guys would be seeing her in this outfit that covered nothing, and would be doing things like … well, bondage things.

Aimee stood up and began removing her own clothes. “You don’t mind helping me with mine, right?”

“Oh, uh … sure.”

Aimee glanced at her. “You don’t mind me taking part tonight, do you?”

“No, of course not. I told you that already.”

Aimee had asked her a couple of days ago if she could take part in the bondage session and Sandra had agreed. After all, it didn’t seem fair for Sandra to hog all the guys! Especially since Aimee provided not only the guys but the island, too.

“I know, but you look like you’re having second thoughts.”

Sandra shook her head. She’d watched Craig and Aimee having sex on the swim raft the first morning they’d been on the island, then they’d had a foursome the next day. There was no reason she should be shy about Aimee joining them tonight.

“I’m totally okay with it. Now let’s get you ready so we can start having some fun.”

Aimee laughed. “Okay, then.”

Ten minutes later, Aimee stood before Sandra wearing a similar harness. They both pulled on satin robes and stepped into their sandals, then set out for the other cottage.

They walked through the woods along the dirt path. Sandra heard a snap through the thick of the trees to her left, as though someone, or something, were walking there.

“Aimee, are there bears on the island?”

“Bears? No, why do you—”

The sound of a bush rustling stopped Aimee’s words. Sandra sped up, Aimee following close behind her.

Suddenly, Aimee shrieked.