One Swinging Summer (16 page)

When the song was over I backed up from the window and retied my gown before coming out. I'm not sure I would have done that if so many people hadn't already been in there tonight. A couple of girls had gotten up there together as well, putting on quite a show. Each one of them looked even better in silhouette than they did in person and I couldn't pass it up. Plus that song was just perfect. Take that, Bond girls.

Caleb met me on the dance floor after my little show, and as we danced he told me how hot my performance made him. "Damn, your nipples looked amazing up there, your outline was so sexy, we may see the inside of that back room tonight after all."

"Not so fast cowboy. It's all been fun and games, but for anything real, I am not doing it here. You're just going to have to wait until we get to your place."

I think I was the only fully dressed woman on the dance floor at this point. Only about a quarter of the women had lost their nighties, but I think they were all out here with us. No one fully naked, but a few topless dancers with their nighties pulled down, some had worn two piece Pj sets and were just wearing the little shorts, and a couple in just panties. This place was surreal.

When we got back to our table, Michael said, "Come here, listen," and led us to the curtained door of the back room. We could hear sex noises, plain as day. It sounded like when you are trying to watch a porn channel you don't quite get, so all you get is audio.

"There are two couples in there, wanna peek?"

I did want to, pretty bad, but I thought it would be weird to say yes, privacy and all. But Caleb had no such issues, "Hell yeah."

So Micheal pulled the curtain aside, and we all three walked in. "Don't worry," Michael said quietly, "You don't come in here if you mind being watched."

There was one couple on the floor, someone had laid down the mat. They were in missionary position, and they were the ones we could hear outside of the curtain. The moaning and breathing was erotic, but it was really weird to be standing there watching a couple have sex. "I do like that sound," I said. "It's very sexy and primal to hear that." On the back couch was another couple. He was sitting like normal on the couch, and she was facing him, straddling him. Beside them was another woman, sitting normal like the man was and right next to him. The two women were kissing each other, and the man was being ridden by one woman, but had his fingers inside the other. "Surreal," was all I could say. "It really is like being on a porn set. Interactive porn."

When we got back to our table I yawned. It was getting really late. I asked Caleb what time it was and he looked, saying, "It is almost 6 a.m."

"Bullshit."

"Seriously, we've been here six hours."

"What time do they close?" We asked Michael.

"Whenever everyone is done."

"Wow, really?"

"Yep, they won't wait on one couple or anything, but once the party dies on it's own. As you can see, it's starting to wind down. It won't be long now."

"Well, I'm ready. Are you?" I asked Caleb.

We said our goodbyes, and thanked Kate and Michael for inviting us. We drove home, tired, yawning, but horny as hell.

Caleb pushed me down on the bed the minute we got upstairs. He pulled my panties off and buried his face between my legs. Damn that felt so good, after being so turned on all night. He stopped working me with his mouth, and stood up, driving into me over and over. As I was getting close to coming, he stopped, and went down on me again, alternating his mouth with his hard cock until I thought I was going to scream.

This time, before he could break away, I fisted my hands in his hair and held him there, rubbing against him until I came against his tongue. When I finished, he stood up again, and after just a few hard, loud strokes, he came as well.

"Holy shit, what a night." Was all he said as he pulled me against him, and we immediately fell asleep.

CHAPTER 19
THE MORNING AFTER

It was weird waking up in Caleb's bed again, after two weekends out of it. I was grateful for it though. If I had gone home and woken up just now in my own bed, everything would be different somehow. Either the real-ness of last night would sink in, leaving me wondering all day what the hell I had been thinking, or it would feel like I had dreamed the whole thing.

Instead, waking up here at Caleb's, I had someone to talk to about everything. And being here still had that removed from the real-world quality that I so enjoyed about Caleb's.

We woke sometime in the early afternoon, which made sense since we didn't get to sleep until after dawn. I felt Caleb's hands run up and down my body as he woke up. "Oh good, you really are still here. I thought I dreamed you. I missed having you in my bed."

I laughed at him, saying, "I was just thinking the same thing, that if I had woken up alone in my bed I would have been convinced I dreamed the whole thing. How wild was last night?"

"Oh, wild doesn't even begin to cut it. I know it was your birthday, but thank you for letting me be there. That was the coolest night, and I will never forget it in all my life. As an old man, sitting in a nursing home with Alzheimer's, I will still keep the memory of last night. Even if it is the only memory I have left. "

I laughed at him again. "You are such a man."

"And you were so freaking hot," he said, remembering. "Touching and kissing Jessica, and that shadow dance. Watching everything last night, I couldn't imagine being there with anyone but you, and you were so cool about everything. You just jumped right in, like always. I love that about you."

We talked over everything we had seen and done, reliving everything in the light of day. He asked if I had any regrets. "No, I don't. I haven't turned bi-sexual overnight or anything, but women are so beautiful, and it is more common for women to appreciate another woman than that is for men. You don't see men enjoying the art of another man, but watching all the ladies was erotic. Even watching the people in that back room, it wasn't as awkward as you would think. It was sexy watching people enjoy each other and themselves. It really was surreal though. I keep using that word, but it's the only word that works. It was like watching porn about a bar like that, but having the screen melt away, and finding yourself in the middle of it all. I'm glad I went, it's like we share this weird little secret that the rest of the world is left out of."

"Let's put some coffee on." Caleb said.

"Good idea. I am starving, do you have anything to eat?"

"Yeah, but I'm too hungry to cook. Let's drive thru and get breakfast sandwiches."

We threw clothes on without showering, planning on coming right back here with food. As Caleb drove, we laughed about things we had seen last night. As he turned a corner fast, I said, "Whoa, I think I'm still drunk." That observation threw me into a fit of giggles, and made Caleb laugh too.

We stopped at the speaker and a female voice asked if she could take our order. Caleb asked her instead, "Why don't blind men skydive?"

"What?" Was her confused reply.

That sent me into another fit of laughter. I didn't know the punchline, but the fact that I was still a little drunk, and after the weirdness of last night, pulling up to a drive thru speaker and hearing, instead of a food order, the words, "Why don't blind men skydive?" was hilarious.

He asked her again. This time she giggled and said, "I don't know. Why don't blind men skydive?"

He said, "I'll tell you at the window," and proceeded to order.

As we inched up to the window I asked him what it was with him and drive thrus. Considering last time I was in one with him, I was throwing clothes back on, I was beginning to think we should only eat at his house.

We were laughing when we got to the window, and I could tell the young worker was flustered by us, but she was game. "OK, I've gotta know. Why don't blind men skydive?" She asked him.

"Cause it scares the shit out of the dog."

That was it for me, I couldn't breath, I was bent over laughing so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants. The imagery in my drunk mind of the blind guy skydiving with his poor seeing-eye dog was too much, and then, to top it off, the drive thru lady got this really confused look on her face and said, "I don't get it."

Caleb tried to explain it to her, but I could barely hear him, my stomach was starting to cramp from the laughter, and I couldn't stop. Caleb gave up explaining, and the lady asked for money. Caleb paid her, she shut the window, and Caleb drove off.

That just made it worse. I was about to pee myself, I had tears running down my face, and I couldn't get the words out. Caleb could tell I was trying, and failing, to tell him something, and he asked, "What?"

I wondered if one could actually die from laughing as I spit it out between breaths. "You forgot our food. You paid the lady, and drove off without our food."

"Oh, shit."

Caleb turned around and went back. This time he parked and went inside. I stayed in the car, trying in vain to recover. He came out, with our food, and with a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that," he said.

"Are you kidding? That was the funniest thing I have ever seen."

We took the food back to Caleb's and ate it on his back porch. The food and the coffee helped immensely, as did a hot shower. I came out of his bathroom dressed, and uncertain. "Now what?" I wondered. Our plan had only covered this far. We had broken up two weeks ago, kind of made up last weekend, with plans to try out the bar for my birthday yesterday and to spend last night here, for obvious reasons, but that was as far as we had gotten.

Should I go home now and work? I hadn't been invited to stay today, but knowing Caleb he would invite me. Where are we now? We've never had a boyfriend/girlfriend discussion, although we both said we weren't seeing anyone else. I knew this probably wasn't going to lead to any true-love forever relationship, but I really was having fun with him. I decided again to just keep up what we were doing, and see what happened. I didn't want to walk away from him yet, but I knew to protect my heart. Now that last night was done and over with, I guess we will just play it by ear.

Caleb's thoughts must have gone down a similar path, cause he was looking at me warily when I came out. After a beat, he said, "Stay with me tonight. We can relax, hang out, go to the marina for dinner."

"Alright."

CHAPTER 20
WARPED

We headed to the marina around five, and killed some time by driving around the lake. We had only been to the marina itself, and the little boat launch park that we found before the park ranger found us, and those had all been mainly after dark. This time we took our time and explored a bit, with his windows down, enjoying the breeze. We found this little inset that was right off the road, it only had enough space to park three or four cars, and looked like a small trail head.

We were the only car at the moment, so Caleb parked in the tiny lot and we set off on foot. It was a small, woody trail that led down to a small, rocky beach. From the beach there were two worn paths that looked like they led around the lake, one went left and one went right from the small beach. We went left. I love hiking and exploring, and I had never been down here before. You could see a few boats on the water, ski boats farther away in the middle of the lake, and a couple of little fishing boats closer to the shore.

The path seemed to be more of a deer or hog path than a hiking path, and was only wide enough for one person at a time. I led. We slowly picked our way through, laughing and talking easily. It was nice to be hanging out with Caleb again, I realized that I had missed his quirky personality.

Some parts of the path were right against the waterline, so I slid my shoes off and walked part of the way in the water. The water was cold, but it felt good in the heat of the day. Caleb, walking not far behind me, said "I dare you to take your shorts off."

I was facing away from him when I heard that, so he couldn't see my smile. Only Caleb would say something like that, let alone even think of it to begin with. I looked at him over my shoulder. "You haven't had enough adventure for one weekend?"

He laughed at that and said, "I was without you for two, I have some making up to do."

I kept walking on the dirt path in front of him, but unbuckled my jean shorts as I walked. I knew the panties I was wearing were a bright neon pink. They were bikini cut and made from some kind of thick, shimmery material, with little glittery beads making a design on the front. I knew that from a distance, like, say from a fishing boat, they would look like bathing suit bottoms. People in bathing suits walking around a lake in June wasn't exactly a rare sight. Even when the man hanging around with the bathing suit was wearing shorts. We would both just look like we were in our suits, with t-shirts on. This dare was an easy one, I didn't even think twice.

I kept walking, and allowed my unbuckled shorts to slide right down to the ground, I stepped out of and over them without missing a beat, and just kept walking. I knew we'd pass back this way to get to the car, I'd pick them up then. I heard surprised laughter from behind me.

"Now that's a nice view."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, smiling. 'Oh, please,' I thought. 'After last night, this was easy.'

We made our way like that about another quarter mile along the shoreline. It was really nice out here, it felt like a day at the beach, which I guess it was. We hit a rocky point on the path and decided to turn back for the truck and dinner. I walked most of the way back in the water, enjoying my pants-less-ness by kicking up water as I walked, and jumping and splashing.

I picked my shorts back up as we passed back that way, but just carried them with my shoes. Other than the boats on the water, we hadn't seen a soul out here. We followed the same path back up to the truck, and I paused beside the now open passenger door to put my clothes back on.

"Hang on a sec," Caleb said in my ear as he slid close behind me. I turned my face toward him and he met my mouth with his. His kiss was hot and demanding. I returned it just as rough and passionately as he had initiated it. He stayed behind me, kissing me, as his hands started roaming over my body. Both hands slid under my t-shirt and up to my bra. He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples through the fabric of my bra. His hands cupped under my breasts, and his fingers slid under the band of my bra, pulling up to release my breasts. The bra was still fastened in the back, but was now under my armpits, with my naked breasts in his hands.