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MRWADE.189                                         By Master Wade




                        The Double-Dater



     Harry took the two steps which led to the entrance of the
below-grade bar and pushed open the grafitti-carved door.  The bar
was one of the oldest in Key West, so old that it was easy to
imagine pirates standing together lifting mugs of ale and chanting
the songs of the sea.  Elbowing his way through the tightly packed
crowd, Harry moved to a table near the back which was already
occupied by a young Key West couple he had come to visit.
     "The joint is jumping, I see," he said, sitting down next to
his friend Jerund.  Jerund's wife Macy sat across from them.
     "It's like this every night," Macy replied.  "I guess that's
one reason it's so popular."
     "You see all sorts in here," Jerund said, looking around the
room.  "Everything from the moneyed vacationer's to the dockhands.
But then it's the people that make any bar, I guess."
     "Well, now, there's a people I wouldn't mind making," Harry
said, grinning, as he nodded toward a blonde at a nearby table.
     Macy and Jerund took a look and then grinned at each other.
     "She's a double-dater," Macy said, a mischevious smile working
at her lips.
     "Sounds fine to me," said Harry.  "Maybe the four of us could
do something together sometime.  You know her, then?"
     "We know of her," Jerund replied.  "Macy was being charitable
in her description...the girl is a double-dater in the sense that
she always dates two guys at once, not just one."
     "She's a very selfish girl," Macy said, grinning.
     Harry's eyebrows wrinkled.  "This girl will only go out with
two guys?  I mean, she won't go out with just one on a date?"
     "Uh huh," Jerund chuckled.  "That's unique, isn't it?"
     Harry shook his head back and forth slowly.  "Well, I've heard
of girls who liked being with two guys, but I didn't know anyone
was quite so bold about it as that.  She just comes right out and
tells people that if they ask her out?"
     "She sure does," Macy replied, "and she doesn't stay home
much, either."
     Harry found this bit of information made the girl even more
intriguing.  He found it hard to keep his eyes off of her.  She was
indeed at a table with two men, but neither of them seemed to Harry
to be in her league.
     "You know anyone down here besides Jerund and me?", Macy
asked.
     "Nope, not yet.  Why", Harry asked.
     "Just don't want you getting any ideas about Jerund going on
a date with you and Miss Bimbo over there," she said.
     Harry grinned.  "Hey...as long as Jerund and I can go on dates
with you, why would we be interested in her?"
     "Well, Harry, my dear friend, you and Jerund aren't going to
have the same kind of dates with me that she has with her admirers,
even if I would love it," she said, licking her lips and panting
facetiously.
     "Uh oh, you've got her going now, Harry.  I'll have to cut off
her drinks or she'll be playing with you under the table before I
know it," Jerund said, grinning.
     "I'll pretend I don't notice what she's doing.  How will that
be?", Harry replied.
     They all laughed and the conversation drifted to other topics.
Harry still couldn't get his mind off the blonde and kept watching
her, trying not to be too obvious about it.  He wasn't very
successful.
     "You like that, don't you, Harry?", Macy asked, teasing him.
     "It does have a certain appeal, yes.  And she is a very good
looking woman, you have to admit that."
     "Macy can fix you up with her if you want, can't you, Macy?",
Jerund asked.
     "Sure.  You want me to see if she can work you in, Harry?"
Macy sounded deadly serious.
     "Me and who else?", he asked.
     "Oh, I'm sure she has some other guys that are waiting for
their chance.  She'll pair you with somebody."
     "I thought you only knew of her?", he asked.
     "Well, she works in the office I work in, so we're on a first
name basis, but that's about it," Macy said.
     "Might be very interesting.  Then again she's probably a
carrier for every STD in the book."
     "I doubt it.  Her morals aren't the highest in the world, but
she's not dumb.  Besides, you wouldn't go in unprotected, as the
FBI says, would you?"  Macy chuckled at her little play on words.
     "I'd be tempted to wear hip-boots, I think," Harry replied.
"But it sure might be fun."
     Macy pushed her chair away from the table and walked over to
the girl's table. After a bit of polite conversation she returned
to the table, the blonde with her.
     "Our friend Harry here has been admiring you.  He's a great
guy, and I thought you should meet him.  June, Harry.  Harry, this
is June Sweet."
     Harry stood and took June Sweet's hand.  She was even more
lovely up close.  Her skin was deeply tanned but she was still
young enough that there was none of the wrinkling that often came
with heavy exposure to the equatorial sunshine.  Her eyes were a
very light but sparkling green, her teeth perfect.  Harry hadn't
noticed how large her breasts were until he saw her standing beside
Macy.  The girl was a genuine fox.
     "Did Macy tell you that my Daddy won't let me go on dates
alone?", June asked, feigning a little girl look on her face.
     Harry chuckled.  "Yes, she said something about that.  She
thought perhaps you might know someone who would be willing to
chaperone us sometime."
     "Oh yes, there are always chaperone's around. I'm sure I could
find one.  I shouldn't stay away from my table too long, but I'm
sure we can work something out, Harry.  Why don't you call me at
work tomorrow?"
     "I'll do that," Harry said.  "Thanks for coming over.  It's
good to meet you."
     June Sweet walked back to her table, glancing over her
shoulder at Harry once to confirm her suspicion that his eyes were
still on her.  She winked at him before rejoining her friends.
     "Mmmmmm...." Harry sighed, as he considered the possibilities.
     "Easy enough, huh, Harry?", Macy said, smiling.
     "Yeah.  Thanks, Macy.  I owe you one."  A sudden thought hit
Harry.  "This girl isn't a prostitute, is she?"
     "No, you don't have to worry about that.  Our Miss Sweet just
likes to have a good time and isn't ashamed of it.  Most guys take
her out somewhere the first time, so they say, but they don't
bother to do that too often if they continue seeing her.  And that
seems to suit her fine."
     "Whew...how busy is she?  I mean, does she do this every
night?"
     Macy chuckled.  "I don't think so Harry, but I guess you'll
have to ask her that.  She's never late to work, so I assume she
doesn't over do it."
     "Well, I'll just have to try it and see if it's all it's
cracked up to be," Harry said, his emphasis on "cracked" bringing
groans from his friends.
     
     The following day Harry slept late. When he awoke he continued
to lay in bed, enjoying the soft breezes which carried the salt air
through the opened doors to his room.  He could hear the crash of
the surf and the sound of a motorbike in the distance.  June Sweet
came to mind immediately and Harry found himself becoming aroused
at his memories of the previous evening.  He rolled over onto his
stomach, pressing himself against the mattress.
     June Sweet had been wearing french-cut jeans shorts, and the
view of her walking away had been mesmerizing.  Harry could only
imagine what it would be like to be so attractive and desirable
that such blatantly expressed conditions could be so eagerly
acceptable to everyone.   He was sure guys put up with that kind of
thing more readily than girls would, but still...
     Harry moved his hips, working himself against the bed as he
thought about the blonde Miss Sweet doing two men at once.  Then he
shook himself out of his reverie, climbed out of bed and into the
shower.
     Afterward, Harry wrapped a towel around his waist, letting the
tropic air dry him, and called June at Macy's office.

     "I can see you tonight, if that's okay with you," June said,
after a few opening remarks.  "I have a friend who has been wanting
to go out for a long time, and he's quite wealthy, so you won't
even have to share the tab for dinner."
     "Oh, I'll be happy to pay for half the meal," Harry said.
     "No, don't worry about it.  You'll be quite a treat for me,
and he's so eager that he won't think twice about footing the
entire bill.  He's married and we've been waiting for just the
right `tourist chaperone' to go out with us.  You're doing us both
a favor."
     Harry grinned at the thought that he was doing her a favor.
Favors like that he could handle.  June gave him the address of the
restaurant and told him to meet them there at 7:00.

     Harry was on time and found June and her other friend already
seated.  He joined them, impressed by the upscale environment of
the restaurant.  Luckily, even here the local dress code was
somewhat relaxed.  Anywhere else he would have felt under-dressed.
His open collared shirt and blue blazer fit in well.
     June wore a simple white dress which made her look almost
angelic.  The dress fit her easily, touching her wonderful curves
in all the right places. It scooped just low enough to reveal a bit
of cleavage, and was short enough to reveal a bit of thigh.  She
wore a simple strand of pearls, matching ear-rings, white high
heels, and no stockings.
     "Harry, this is Bob," she said, introducing her friend. Few
people bothered with last names in situations such as this.  Bob
was in his early fifties with just a touch of gray in his hair.  He
was a bit more formally dressed than Harry, and appeared to be a
bit nervous.  No doubt he would be relieved when they were out of
the restaurant and in a less public setting.
     June was a wonderful conversationalist and kept an
entertaining but not effusive banter going during their meal.  It
was just enough to allow the two men to relax in each other's
presence.
     When the meal was over she took both their arms and led them
out of the restaurant to a waiting limo which Bob had thoughtfully
provided.  She sat between them, her dress rising freely to mid
thigh, obviously very much at home with the situation, as they rode
the few miles to her apartment.
     Harry was eager to touch her, and he lay his hand on her left
leg tentatively.  June turned and smiled warmly at him, and lay her
hand on top of his, assuring him that she loved his touch.  She
moved her leg closer to him, her legs parting, and Bob took the
cue, putting his hand on her other leg.  June mewed sexily and
opened her legs further, encouraging them both to touch her any way
they liked.  She sat with her head bent forward slightly, so that
she could look at the hands touching her.
     The two men gladly took advantage of her charity and touched
her long tanned legs openly, sliding their hands upward, pushing
her dress along as they moved up her naked thighs.  As they grew
nearer her crotch, June slid downward in the seat, causing her
dress to work even higher and allowing the two men to touch her
more freely.
     Harry caught a glimpse of her pubic hair in the flickering
illumination of a streetlight and was aroused even more by her lack
of panties.  Determined to be the first to touch her there, he slid
his hand up at a more rapid pace until his fingers were pressed
against her sex.  June moaned at his touch and opened her legs more
widely, sliding down even further in the seat.
     The car stopped but no one in the back of the limo was ready
to get out just yet.
     "Let him watch," June said, breathily, referring to the
driver. 
     Bob pushed a button which lowered the divider which separated
the driver from them.
     "She wants you to watch, Earl," he said, his voice even.
     The driver turned in his seat so that he could see what was
happening to the girl in the backseat.  He had often watched, but
he had seldom been invited to do so.
     Harry turned, taking his hand away from her naked crotch and
pulling her face to his, kissing her hotly.  His left hand moved
quickly to take over the job of feeling her wetness.  He felt June
groping for his cock and soon felt her close her fingers against
it, through the fabric of his slacks.
     Bob was working the shoulder straps of the dress down over her
shoulders, eager to get at her breasts.  It was awkward work, but
he soon had the dress pushed down enough that her braless breasts
sprung out over the bunched up material.
     Harry broke his kiss long enough to look down at the exposed
breasts.  He hungered to take one of them in his mouth, but Bob
beat him to it.  He chose to kiss her again, his fingers rubbing
against her swollen labia and the hot little nub of her clitoris.
     June's responsiveness was electrifying to them all.  Earl sat
with his back to the door in the front seat, smoking a cigarette
and touching himself through his slacks.  The girl appeared to be
insatiable, and he wondered if he would be permitted to have some
of it too.  He watched her hunch back at the hand touching her sex.
She was playing with both of the men, her hands busy on their
cocks, which were still trapped inside their pants.
     June's body locked up as a strong orgasm ran through her.  Her
hips lifted off the seat and Harry felt her mouth open even wider
in a gasp of pleasure.  She trembled and shook, riding the waves of
her passion until she was spent.  Harry stopped kissing her mouth
and lifted her left breast with his wet fingers.  He kissed her
hard nipple, letting his tongue flick at it in a back and forth
movement.  June was panting, but it was obvious she still wanted
more.
     "God...lets go inside, okay?", she asked.
     Her two "dates" helped work the straps of the dress back in
place, reluctantly recovering her naked breasts.  Bob stepped out
of the limo, and June turned to follow him, stopping briefly to ask
the driver for his card.  He was more than happy to oblige her.
     The lobby of June's building was empty, as was the elevator
whose doors opened for them.  She lived on the sixth floor, and
neither man could resist playing with her ass and breasts through
her clothing as the elevator climbed upward.  She was still
breathing raggedly, still hot, still wanting more of both men.
     Once inside the apartment, June walked quickly to the stereo
and Latin music began to come from the speakers.  She danced
sensuously to the beat, moving her hips and letting her hands play
at her sides, working the hem of her dress higher.  She moved away
from the men, making them follow her.  Harry felt primitive, as if
he were stalking some wild animal.
     June danced around the couch which stood in the center of the
room, teasing them, making them both want her even more.  Then she
stopped in front of the couch and knelt on it, facing the back. 
She moved her dress up to her waist, exposing her naked ass, her
knees apart, her legs open.
     Harry got to her first and stood behind her, playing with her
ass and the backs of her thighs while he fished a condom out of his
pocket.  With trembling fingers he tore at the package with his
teeth and worked his zipper down.  He slid the condom in place and
pushed into the young blonde, feeling her take him easily.  He held
her hips and began fucking her, watching as Bob moved to the back
of the couch and unzipped his own pants.
     June bent lower, taking Bob's cock in her hand and quickly
covering it with her mouth.  Harry watched her head moving back and
forth in front of him and was even more excited by watching her so
eagerly sucking the other man's cock.  Bob's hands moved to her
head and the two of them began fucking her in earnest, working
their hips against her, front and back, one fucking her mouth, the
other fucking her wet cunt doggy style from behind.
     She came quickly again, before either of them, and her obvious
enjoyment spurred both men to fuck her even harder and faster. Bob
was the first to make his, and he poured his cum into her mouth
with relish, his red face tense with excitement as he jerked stream
after stream of white fuck into the blonde head.
     When Bob had finished, he stepped away, and June began to
concentrate on Harry.  She looked back at him, smiling, encouraging
him through her words and actions.  She was rubbing her clit with
the fingers of one hand now, her ass working in little circles as
Harry continued plunging in and out of her.
     The condom numbed Harry slightly.  God, how he hated them. But
he stayed hard and enjoyed being inside her.  There was no hurry,
afterall.  June seemed to be in no hurry either and luxuriated in
the fucking her new friend was giving her.  Harry felt her passion
increasing again as her movements grew more intense, and before
long she was coming once more, her back rising and falling, her
blonde hair flying wildly around her head.
     This was just the added touch that Harry needed, and he felt
his own orgasm crashing suddenly.  He gripped her hips tightly and
fucked deeply into the hot little blonde girl as he began filling
the condom with his seed.
     When it was over, June turned and rolled the condom off of
him, cleaning his still hard cock with her mouth.  Harry began to
question the advisability of that, but his concerns were not great
enough at the moment to make him stop her from licking the cum from
his meat.  When she was done she put his softening cock back into
his pants and zipped him up.
     Rising from the couch, June fixed them all drinks and they
took turns dancing with her to the soft music, holding her closely 
and feeling her body melt against theirs.  It was obvious she was
in no hurry for either of them to leave, and indeed, the night was
still young.
     By the second or third dance the men had made her naked and
had removed most of their own clothing as well.  Her nipples stayed
hard and the men could feel them against their bare chests as they
held her close.  They kept her glass full and the more she drank
the more sensuously she danced.
     Finally she pulled them both to the bedroom and let them take
her again, this time choosing to be a sandwich between them, taking
one cock in her cunt and another in her tight little ass.
     Afterward, she cleaned them both with her mouth again,
gathered their clothes and thanked them for a beautiful evening.
She promised them both that she would look forward to seeing them
again and gently encouraged them to leave her.

     Harry slept well that night and awoke the following morning
with more thoughts of June Sweet.  In spite of the warnings he had
forced on himself, he found himself longing to make the girl his.
Her passion and beauty was too compelling, too unforgetable to
ignore and to just walk away from.  He lay in bed for a long time,
considering the situation and wondering if she might not have felt
something special for him that she didn't feel for all her dates.
     Harry showered and decided to take a walk on the beach.  It
was Saturday, already mid-morning, and the beach was crowded with
sunbather's of all kinds.  He walked along the firmly packed moist
sand near the crashing waves, his mind still on June, only dimly
aware of the others on the beach.  Finally, he decided he should
turn around and walk back toward his hotel.
     He was half-way back down the beach when he saw her.  She was
laying on a blanket in the sand, up near the grassy dune, her top
removed and only a tiny scrap of bikini bottom covering her sex.
There were two more men with her, one on either side, both of whom
were focusing their full attention on her body, letting their
fingers tease her naked skin.
     Harry slowed, his eyes locked on her, unsure if he wanted her
to notice him or not, but unable to stop looking at her.  Their
eyes met and there was a flicker of recognition on her face. Harry
began to raise his arm, to wave at her, and at that same moment he
saw her open her legs widely and pull one of the men down to kiss
her mouth.
     He walked on.

                                
                             The End

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