Monday, July 18, 2005
GOD, NO, ANOTHER SEX PARTY? (Part 4)
Being a water baby at heart, I always like to jump into pools, fountains, lakes, oceans, and hottubs. So I have to check out the hottub in this place. Kind of lukewarm, but that's ok, you can stay in longer. And when you stay in longer, you can meet people you can diddle under the waves. And vice versa.
I get into the waters with another couple, A and B. At least I think they are a couple. He is the friendlier one, she seems a little remote and distracted. Does she wonder if she really wants to be here, I thought. After a few friendly words, he invites me to sit between them. After a few more friendly words I feel his hands roaming around my leg.
But I can't quite read the vibe between the two of them. Is she pleased I am there? She still seems remote. After a few more minutes, she gets out.
An attractive black guy gets in, and the three of us start chatting. Before long I have two sets of male hands roaming around my legs. Then the white guy gets out, he seems as uncertain about life as his ladyfriend. I hope he goes in search of her. Uncertainty always requires company.
The black man and I spend more time in the tub. I ask him who his partner is, he says she's "over there." There being the benches for resting in the hot tub room. I look over and see her there, quietly resting. She seems to have no interest in anything.
I move into another part of the house, the social area, where I begin a conversation with the older New Zealand woman. A friend has told her and her husband about this party in the bay area, so they decided to go. I suppose there are tour guides now for the world traveller that hone in on the good sex parties. Why not? It's another attraction you want to see when you're roaming around the globe.
TO BE CONTINUED
I get into the waters with another couple, A and B. At least I think they are a couple. He is the friendlier one, she seems a little remote and distracted. Does she wonder if she really wants to be here, I thought. After a few friendly words, he invites me to sit between them. After a few more friendly words I feel his hands roaming around my leg.
But I can't quite read the vibe between the two of them. Is she pleased I am there? She still seems remote. After a few more minutes, she gets out.
An attractive black guy gets in, and the three of us start chatting. Before long I have two sets of male hands roaming around my legs. Then the white guy gets out, he seems as uncertain about life as his ladyfriend. I hope he goes in search of her. Uncertainty always requires company.
The black man and I spend more time in the tub. I ask him who his partner is, he says she's "over there." There being the benches for resting in the hot tub room. I look over and see her there, quietly resting. She seems to have no interest in anything.
I move into another part of the house, the social area, where I begin a conversation with the older New Zealand woman. A friend has told her and her husband about this party in the bay area, so they decided to go. I suppose there are tour guides now for the world traveller that hone in on the good sex parties. Why not? It's another attraction you want to see when you're roaming around the globe.
TO BE CONTINUED
