The Interns Pt. 04 (MMF, MF, MM)

"Good morning, beautiful."

I looked up at Claire's face smiling down at me. Something was wrong, we were moving all wrong. I startled, and she put her hand on my shoulder and gently held me down. There was bright light, and the sound of an engine, and I realized we were being towed.

"I guess we missed our flight."

She shrugged and smiled. "I don't really care." She leaned forwards and kissed me sweetly, for the first time. I felt my head spin and pulled her close and she melted to me for a moment, and then leaned back and held up a container of orange juice.

"Drink this." I did.

"Where's Jonas?"

"He went on ahead."

"What does that mean?"

"He has a sat phone in the boat, apparently. He called for the tow, and I guess the decided to send two boats." She let that sink in for a minute. "I decided to let him go back to the house alone. I suppose maybe they were worried about his head, I don't really know. He's a valuable piece of property apparently."

"Apparently."

"You can't blame him, Tony. You even said you thought he had a concussion."

"I guess so. What did they say?"

"Not much. He offered to take us back, you know."

"You said no?"

She nodded. "Sorry. I hope you don't mind."

Claire shared the breakfast they had provided us, and then we went up on deck. It was a glorious, sunny day. A large white deep-sea fishing boat was ahead, towing us at a languid pace. We were about ten miles out, I guessed, with the wind at our backs. I looked down at the broken boom.

"You're not thinking of sailing back, are you?"

"Hell yes," I replied. "Get that spare mooring line from down below. Jonas keeps way too much crap on this boat, but this time I'm glad." Claire soon returned with the line, and we used it to lash the spinnaker pole to the boom. The guys in the boat, experienced locals, looked on and I think they figured what I had in mind. I gestured for them to turn into the wind, and Claire steered as I re-hoisted the main sail and the improvised boom. Much to my delight, it worked, and the guys in the boat clapped and cast off our line. They pointed towards the island and I nodded and pointed in the same direction. They waved and motored off at high speed, eager to be rid of us, I think, as I was eager to be rid of them.

"Finally, it's quiet."

"Just you and me." Claire looked down at the cockpit floor.

"Thank you Tony."

"For what?"

"For understanding." She put her arms around me as I steered with the tiller between my knees.

"That's quite a woodie you've got there," she joked, stroking the tiller like it was my cock.

I laughed and put my arm around her and she kissed me. We looked into each other's eyes, and sensed the heat of the moment. Her young body felt warm and filled with life. We kissed again. Deeper this time. Open mouthed. I longed for her, ached for her. Her breasts were warm against my chest. I nuzzled her lower lip between mine for a moment, and then opened her mouth gently, and her tongue met mine, hesitatingly at first, and then passionately, almost forcefully her tongue explored me. She peeled off my shirt, leaving my smoothly shaven naked chest exposed to the sun. My hands slid down her back and pulled her to me, caressing her firm, round ass. She moaned softly and I could feel my own heart racing in my chest. She slid her hand down my chest, around my nipples, and finally unbuttoned my shorts, while I still straddled the tiller.

"Let's finally see what this thing can do," she said between kisses, and let my shorts drop, leaving me naked to her. She took my penis in her hand and I instantly swelled to her touch. Meanwhile my left hand caressed her breast and she again moaned softly. The boat rocked as I momentarily lost concentration, and she stepped back.

"Better keep your eyes on the road, mister," she said, and straddled the tiller herself. I pulled her to me again, but she pressed me away slightly, and I understood. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pressed her gently onto the tiller as I kissed my way down her throat and breast before pulling her back against me.

"Are you wet for me, Claire?"

Her eyes widened. She wasn't used to me talking to her like that.

"Show me."

She shook her head, but I put my hand in hers and slowly, gently, slid it down her chest, down her abdomen, and then, like an Ouija board, some spirit guided our fingertips down over the dampness of her swimsuit, between her thighs.

"That's pretty daring, Tony" she whispered under her breath, as our lips brushed together again and I felt the heat of her body pressed against my naked young flesh. Her other hand slid down over my buttock and I felt my cock throb as I slid my finger underneath the elastic and, lifting her thigh with my other arm, gently opened her to my touch. She was soaking wet and I gasped in delight.

"Oh, Tony" she whimpered, "god I want to feel your cock inside of me."

"Soon, my stud," I whispered, as she rocked herself against my hand. Her eyes widened and, as if seized by some power, she pulled herself against me and braced herself against the side of the boat with her other leg. My cock pressed against her belly, but she ignored it.

"Don't stop, Tony," she whispered into my ear, as her fingernails bit into my back. Our mouths met again and we kissed boldly, almost violently now. She began to rock herself against me. Her other hand slid inside mine, inside of herself, and she began to stroke her clit as I opened her wider. She began to rock faster against me, and I kept with her pace. She began to clench down on my fingers. I kissed her neck, shoulders, and, taking her beast into my mouth, sucked and caressed her tender nipple.

"Fuck, Tony, don't stop," she whimpered, thrusting against my hand and at the same time rubbing herself against the knob on the end of the tiller shaft. I felt my cock throbbing uncontrollably and as I returned my kisses to her mouth, I gushed hot, clear precum all over both our bodies, and as I did, she shuddered as her orgasm flowed through her body. It was too much and I found myself exploding hard across her body, my sweet hot load handing heavily on her skin. She pulled away from me, half done, and staggered backwards as my silver money shot arced again through the sky.

"God, I'm sorry" I cried, even as I kept cumming.

"Jesus, does it ever stop?"

"Yeah, after a few more," I grunted and turned from her, but she grabbed my shoulder and reached down, taking my cock in her hand as I gushed a few more times.

She whistled and shook her head as I finished.

"Fuck, that makes me hot," she whispered.

I nodded.

"We can stop the boat."

"We can?"

I showed Claire how to heave-to, and when the boat was stopped, I pressed her down into the cockpit and knelt on the floor as I pulled off her swimsuit bottoms which were already wet and sticky with our love juices. She smiled and shook her head, but I pulled her pussy to my mouth, and she gasped as my warm lips pressed against her slick wetness. She reached down and rocked her hips up to my face, giving her flower to me. She was dilated, open, her clit proud and hard, her lips flush with blood, as was my cock. I took it all, all to my mouth, and she guided my head down, rocking in time with me. I took her patiently, letting her fire build, tasting her sweet tartness, smelling her, wanting all of her, until once more she shuddered and shook and as she got closer, I slid two fingers inside her and she contracted on them, squirting a little bit into my open mouth as she came, her clit throbbing between my lips as she bore down on my hand.

"I know you want my cock." I growled.

"Tony..." she whimpered.

"Say it"

I opened her legs with my thighs, and let my shaft slide between her swollen outer labia and my tip press gently against her clit.

"I want it... Tony"

"How bad?" I let my tip nestle deeper within her folds, until the crown was completely buried within her.

"Very bad," she moaned. My cock throbbed and bounced against her as she wrapped her hands around my buttocks and rocked against me. But as I was about to sink into her, I saw another sailboat heading straight towards us.

Shit.

They were not near enough to see everything, but maybe to have seen something. I nudged Claire and she quickly slipped back into her, and tossed me my shorts, but I could barely manage to stuff my raging erection into them

.

I took a bucket of salt water and cleaned up the mess I'd made in the aptly named cockpit as best as I could before we entered the boat harbor. Jonas and his crew were at dockside, ready for us, which was a relief.

"Tony, you asshole, you wrecked my boat!" he joked as he took the dockline from Claire.

"You mean we saved it."

"Are you all right, Jonas?" Claire asked, and Jonas reached up and touched the bandage on his forehead.

"It's only a little bump. Nothing to worry about. Now, just leave the damn boat. I've got people for that, they want to work." Jonas took Claire's hand and helped her to the dock, and motioned us up to his waiting jeep. Claire sat in front, with Jonas, and I climbed in back, along with our gear.

It was mid-afternoon when we got back to the house. Jonas made some sandwiches, and we are ravenously, saying little.

Claire and I weren't thinking of food. Our eyes darted from each other to him.

Jonas took a beer from the refrigerator and popped it open, then stood there in his shorts, aimlessly.

"I'm going to take a shower, Tony. Why don't you swim a few laps in the pool. You seem tense. And wear the swimsuit I like. You know the one."

"My speedos?"

"You swim so much better in those. Come on, Tony. You can take a shower, too."

Jonas and I looked at each other as Claire nonchalantly slipped her top off and stepped outside.

"You mean the pool shower."

"Of course, silly."

Outside, the afternoon breeze wafted the scent of gardenia down from the mountains to us. Claire walked to the far side of the pool and opened the bamboo screen which led to one of the three outdoor shower stalls. She slid her swimsuit off just as she stepped into the cascade of fresh water. I took the stall next to her and let my shorts drop to the floor.

The water felt good, but I was shaking. Crusted salt washed from my hair and into my eyes. I glanced over at Claire, and her face was flushed, as was mine. Only a rough bamboo screen separated each stall from the next. I could hardly concentrate on the shower with her next to me, although the screen was appropriately high. Just knowing she was there next to me was erotic heaven. My body was shaking, my head was spinning, but I went through the motions nonetheless. Soap, lather, rinse. The water felt good, as did my hands sliding down my body. I soaped my chest and let my hands slide down my abdomen and I began to caress my now swollen member, when I felt eyes upon me.

"Thinking about Jonas?"

I panicked and tried to cover myself for a moment. But then I realized how silly that was. Jonas would never do that. He'd luxuriate in the attention. I forced myself to relax. Our eyes came together and I stepped back, fully exposing myself to Claire, and began long, smooth strokes down the length of my shaft. Her eyes flitted from mine to my package, and then back again.

"Are you?"

She bit her lip.

I stepped closer, stroking myself a little faster now that I was fully erect for her.

"This is for you, Claire."

I put my hand on the barrier between us, and she put her hand on mine. Her concentration was on my body, but her fingers interlaced with mine and she began kneading my hand.

We moved closer, and I pulled my hand from hers and slid it down her back. She looked up at my face, at my lips, and moved her head towards mine. The kiss that followed was explosive. We wanted each other there, right then. To finish what had been started. Jonas was a faraway dream, but we were real. Our tongues explored each other's secret places while our bodies longed to be together. The tension was delicious, and Claire knew it as much as I did that the anticipation, the not knowing, was sweeter and hotter than the act.

"I want you to cum for me," she whispered in my ear.

"Inside you," I replied.

"No, I want to watch you."

"You first."

She pulled me close again and whispered. "I want you to cum like a teenage boy." Her fingers slid through the slats in the bamboo screen and traced their way down my belly. I stood on my toes, reach down with my free arm, and wrapped it around her waist as we kissed again. She rose also, and my fingers soon cupped her firm, round ass. I was about to explode, but I held off, despite what she had said. She rocked her hips slightly and my fingertip slid down the cleft of her rump and I entered her. She gasped as my index finger slid easily inside. I pressed upwards and we began to rock together against that damn screen. She was ready for me, for Jonas, whatever, ready to be fucked. Her fingertips reached through the slats and found my cock and I felt my pre-cum, clear and hot, sliding from my tip and lubricating our fingers.

"God, you're still hard," she whispered.

"I'm just getting ready," I grunted as she rocked herself faster on my finger. Suddenly she reached her free arm around and pulled me close as her contractions began on my hand. I felt my own spasms as she gritted her teeth and gasped out her first orgasm, but she pushed me back, shaking her head. She staggered backwards to the tiled floor, water still running.

With one quick move I ripped the flimsy bamboo barrier down. She sat there on the floor, her legs all curled up, my throbbing wet cock pointed angrily at her. It was like a bad '50s movie.

"You were supposed to finish first," she said with a tremor in her voice. I reached towards her. She was shaking. I knelt down on the floor and she took my hand.

"I'm sorry for teasing you," she said. "We can't... I mean, isn't it wrong?"

"Do you want me, Claire?"

She nodded.

"Do you want Jonas?"

She nodded again, and I thought she was going to say something, but she held back.

"What?"

She shook her head. "You'll be upset. I can't say it."

"I won't be upset, Claire. Promise."

"You really promise?"

"I do."

Just then we were interrupted by a voice from the house. Jonas was wondering what that sound was.

Claire rose and stepped to the little vanity that was next to the shower stall. She slipped into a t-shirt that she had brought but when she reached down to pull on her bikini bottoms I held her hand, and rose to my knees behind her. Using my knees, I spread her stance and, taking her ass in both hands, I pulled her to me, opened her cheeks, and pressed my mouth against her slick wetness.

"Fuck, Tony!" she gasped and grabbed onto the edge of the vanity. I heard the slider open in the house as Jonas stepped out and began walking towards the pool. I pressed my tongue into her and reveled in her sweet tangy juices.

"Come on my mouth, Claire" I whispered to her, alternating my tongue between sucking and nibbling on her clit, slipping down those lovely, warm folds, and pressing deep inside of her.

"We can't do this," she whispered, even as she began rocking against me. I reached up and peeled her left hand from the edge of the vanity and guided it down. I licked and sucked on her fingertip before pressing it down against her clit. She got the idea and began circling and stroking herself, and I moved back and delicately flicked my tongue over her little bud.

"Oh my god!" she squealed. I don't think anyone had ever rimmed her before; but she was squeaky clean and her sphincter clenched at the touch of my tongue.

"Relax for me," I whispered.

"Jonas is coming."

"Let him."

I lifted her and put her feet on my thighs as I continued my oral assault on her button. Her fingers now slid inside of her, and I had to move myself so that my cock wasn't accidentally touching anything that would set me off.

"You guys want something to drink?" Jonas hollered from the little bar next to the pool."

"Uhh... no... we're fine.." Claire managed to get out as her legs turned to jelly.

"Suit yourself," he answered, "If you want to." He turned and looked in our direction, and Claire smiled at him. The outer door hid me from view, but he probably had an idea what was going on. Maybe.

"What's he doing?"

"Taking off his swimsuit."

"And?"

"He has that smirk on his face again."

"Like he knows what you want."

"He's touching himself."

"Jesus!"

"Don't stop, Tony!" I could only imagine Tony standing there, knowing Claire was getting eaten out, and smugly masturbating in front of her.

"Is his cock hard?" I whispered to her as she gazed at him.

"Uh-huh."

"Is his ass tight?"

"Uh-huh." She twitched thinking of his tight round buttocks.

"You want that, Claire, don't you?" She nodded.

"You want to feel that cock throbbing inside of you." She nodded.

"Say you want it."

"I want it. Fuck yes I want that cock."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want that cock in me."

"Say it"

"I want to watch you guys fucking."

What the fuck????

I pressed my tongue into her and she quivered and trembled. My shaft twitched and throbbed uncontrollably as she came again, peeling herself away from my quivering, sweat-covered body.

"Are you all right in there?" I could hear Jonas shout from the house, "Maybe you need a hand."

"NO!" she cried, "No, everything's fine." She sat back, basically on my lap, and I tried to scamper away but she put her hand on my cock and turned to me and we kissed and I instantly came. She broke the kiss and pushed back as my spunk unloaded on us, hot and sticky.

"I love feeling your cock when you cum" she whispered. "I love watching you." I was still gushing, more than I had since I was a teenager, but I knew she wanted more than me. As did Jonas. Trying to regain some sense of composure, I reached for a towel and handed it to her, and her face was bright red.

"Just forget what I said there, before."

"What do you mean?"

"It just was something that came out."

"Came out? That's a good choice of words."

We looked at each other for a long time. I knew what she meant. Part of me wanted to stop, to run away from my feelings. Part of me longed for his touch, and if Claire enjoyed him, so much the better. Part of me wanted to watch him doing her, just as she had said she wanted to watch me and him together.

"Top or bottom."

"What do you mean?"

"You heard me."

She rose and opened the door, and, turning slightly, said, "top." She stopped, and turned. "And after you do him, you can do me. Just be sure to use protection."

Those words had me instantly hard, and I quickly reached up and shut off the water and waked naked and wet into the house. Jonas' eyes widened as I approached, but before he could speak I said, "I air dry." His eyes dropped to my package, and mine to his, a nice bulge inside his tight white swimsuit. He shrugged and, with a quick step, leapt into the pool and swam the length under water. I walked to Jonas' room and took the bowl of condoms he kept at bedside and walked nervously back to where I found Claire relaxing at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling into the water. A trio of Scotch and sodas sweated in the afternoon sun. She nodded to me and smiled. My god, I thought, she's gorgeous. The sun glistened off of beads of sweat which clung to the fine hairs of her neck. Her soft skin glowed in the tropical light and she still had the flush of her earlier climax, and the heat radiated through her body like some sort of divine goddess. Her thighs played aimlessly in the water, and I felt my eyes drawn to her mound, swollen with arousal, wrapped tight inside her bikini like a gift for a king.

"I can see why Jonas has his eye on you." She handed me a drink with one hand and stroked my member back to hardness with the other. I leaned over and we kissed open mouthed as Jonas continued making laps below us. I slid my hand down inside the front of her suit and down her neatly trimmed mound and into her swollen cleft.

"I'm going to fuck you right now," I whispered as my fingertip slid inside Claire.

"No, Jonas first."

"Just for warm up," I whispered. "I promise."

She reached quickly for the bowl and tore the package open with her teeth as I helped her out of her bikini bottoms, and in an instant she unrolled the latex over my throbbing cock.

"I've wanted this ever since we met," she whispered as I lifted her to place her on the cushions behind the coping, but she shook her head and climbed over me. Now I was sitting on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water as Claire slowly lowered her eager sex down onto my achingly hot manhood.

"Fuck, your cock feels good" she whispered as she eased herself down onto my throbbing member. Her breasts were hot and firm against my naked chest as the two of us began to rock together. Tony remained oblivious, swimming laps from end to end, while we began to move in rhythm, like two dancers. Eventually he stopped and rose behind Claire, his eyes wide with admiration.

She reached behind herself, beckoning him, and he came closer. We glanced at each other for a second. Never make eye contact, he'd said, but I couldn't help it. Her fingertips slid down his chest as my hands guided her ass up and down my swollen shaft. She leaned back against his chest and reached up for his head, pulling him down. They kissed while she rode my cock like a bucking bronco, and his strong, firm arms wrapped around her waist. She pulled his mouth down around her beast and he took her nipple eagerly in his mouth. I lifted her to him, in spite of myself, and she glanced up at me through half-open eyes. She was already lost in the heat of it all, and as she twisted to push herself towards him, she half-fell off of me and, grabbing for the edge of the pool, lifted herself up onto the coping. I stayed in her, and Jonas held her from behind me, his strong arms reaching around to set her gently down.

I felt the heat of his body hard against my back, his hips pressed against me and his thick manhood, hard as steel, nestled itself between my cheeks.

"Come on his cock, Claire. Come for me," he whispered. I lifted her slightly so that I could press deeper, all the way until my tip pressed on her cervix, and she gasped.

"He feels so good, Jonas," she whimpered. "But I want you."

"It's me, right here," he whispered, reaching down now and, with his thumb, stroking her clit. His cock throbbed against my back and I felt his lips nibbling my earlobe as he urged me on.

"I'm going to enter you now, Claire," he whispered, and his fingers slid down and wrapped around my cock and balls. Slowly, gently, he squeezed his fingertips under the base of my cock and inside her as I continued to fuck her. She wriggled to accommodate the two of us, and he began to stroke the two of us from inside her. The heel of his hand caressed my tight sac and it was the most incredible thing I've ever felt.

"It's too much," I whimpered, and he pulled me out and pressed three fingers back into Claire.

I let the base of my cock press against her swollen bud as Jonas fingered her. I could feel him in her, feel her body respond to him, and to me. My balls were tight and hard like tennis balls and I was ready to shoot my load again.

"Come on my hand, Claire!" he commanded, and she gave out a groan and shuddered as once more her orgasm rocked her body. Jonas took my cock in his hand and quickly guided me back inside and she gasped as I sank into her throbbing tight pussy.

"He's gonna cum now," Jonas whispered. He slid a finger inside Claire and with his other hand slipped into my button. "That's it, guys, let it out," Jonas urged us on. "You know you've wanted to fuck ever since you got here. It turns me on watching." That was too much and I cried out as I exploded inside her. He quickly pinched me off and pulled me from Claire. He tore off the now-full sheath, and then released me and stroked my cock fast as I gushed load after load of hot cum onto Claire's chest and over her shoulder. "You're coming like a fucking porn star," Jonas whispered as he jerked me off on her. He finally slid me aside and took a drink from his scotch, his cock still hard against my ass, his finger tip still inside me. He tossed a towel to Claire and then reached down and pulled me back into the pool, still standing behind me, his free hand still on my cock.

"What do you think, Claire?"

Jonas laid me face down on the warm pool coping, my white ass up to him. He began to knead my muscles while his finger worked its way deeper into me.

"Just relax, Tony," he whispered. I felt his finger press against my prostate and felt like peeing, but he whispered to me that was normal. He kept gentle pressure on me, working me open for him, and then Claire knelt over me, condom in hand. She kissed him as she rolled the latex sheath onto his thick shaft.

"I don't think I can take that," I whispered, but they ignored me.

"Just relax and take it easy, Tony," Claire whispered and stroked my head gently as Jonas pressed his shaft onto my hole. Claire had something slippery in a tube and she reached down and massaged Jonas's cock with it, and then I felt her fingers in me, one first, and then the other. It was incredibly erotic. Her free hand slid down and began to massage my spent member, and soon it began to thicken in her hand.

She coaxed the two of us up out of the pool, and quickly had another sheath slid over my thickening member.

"This is something I've always wanted," she said, and I laid her back down on her back and mounted her quickly. Jonas kneeled behind me and pulled my hips back and slowly sunk his hot shaft into my tight sphincter. It hurt at first, but it was a delicious pain. He moved slowly, and every thrust of his cock pushed mine deeper into Claire, and as he pulled my hips back, I pulled from her.

"My god, Jonas, I can feel you fucking me through Tony," Claire whispered, looking past me to him.

Suddenly we heard the slider open, and the startle of a woman's voice. Jonas bolted away like some sort of speed demon. Claire quickly wriggled away from me and scampered off with Jonas as the tall woman's heels clicked on the tile walkway that led from the lanai out to the pool. I frantically searched for my trunks. No luck. The woman strode forwards, and then stopped, looking down.

"You must be Tony, Jonas's friend."

I stammered and sank lower into the pool, trying to hide myself. I'd already stashed the latex inside my towel, but she was now looking down at my little white speedos that lay wet on the walkway where I'd left them. She was tall, lean, probably in her mid-thirties, too young to be Tony's mother. But then I remembered that Claire said that his father had re-married recently, taken a trophy wife, as they say. But then she ran him ragged, took control of his company and practically ruined him. I wondered if it was her. Our boss was afraid of her, and when she looked me in the eye, I understood why.

"Look, I don't appreciate you guys having sex in the pool. This isn't some sort of orgy house, you know." She lowered her sunglasses to get a better look at me. She wore a tropical print wrap over a plain white one piece. Gold bracelets adorned each arm, and there was a gold anklet which glittered in the sun as she walked. She stopped and looked down at my white speedos that lay on the ground at her feet, and then turned her gaze back at me, and it was like the eye of Sauron was on me.

"There's no point in hiding it," she said, looking down at my crotch which I tried to cover up in the water. She saw the spent wrappers beside the pool. And the glasses.

"Shit. And you guys have been drinking again!" She looked over towards the showers but there was no sign of Jonas. And then we heard the jeep start up, and Claire giggle, and the spray of gravel as the two of them headed down the road towards town. I felt my heart drop and my balls tightened, but then I told myself to fucking man up.

"So I guess that leaves the two of us," I said, and swam back into the deep end, forcing myself to be less self-conscious of my nakedness.

"No, I've got guests coming," she replied. "I want you to clean all this up and get out of here quietly. I don't want them to see you."

"Okay. Can you toss me my trunks?"

She scowled at me and stood there, looking down at them, then back to the door. Her brow furrowed with agitation, and her jaw worked silently side to side, as if some new scheme was hatching in that gorgeous head of hers. "They'll be here in a few minutes," she said, and reached down and took the fabric into her hand, and gazed back at me with a steely look. That's when it all clicked. I knew what she wanted. I swam towards her in the pool and she stepped back at my approach. Her eyes flitted down in mock modesty as I rose from the pool, letting the water cascade from my smooth, naked body. She gave my body the once over from the top of her sunglasses, and then fake-demurely looked away.

"I... I did want to thank you for saving the boat the other day."

"Don't mention it."

She turned her head side on to me as I stood next to her. I reached for the suit but I didn't take it from her hand, and our fingers touched in the cool, damp fabric.

"It's nice material," she said, and turned her back to me. "I used to work in the swimwear business."

"Then you know how it feels on your body," I said. "Smooth. Like a second skin... like what you're wearing."

She stepped back but I held her hand.

"You didn't really come out here just to tell me to go."

"I did. But not yet."

There was silence between us. The sounds of the town below wafted softly across the island. Somewhere down there, Jonas had my Claire. And he was going to take her, and that's what she wanted. And it was fine with me. I knew then that I had to let it go.

"When did you say your friends are showing up?"

"In a few minutes." Her fingers worked at the material. I let my thumb gently slide over her palm as our fingers met in the damp, smooth fabric. Leaning to her, I whispered, "I think you should tell them to wait."

"That's pretty bold for a boy," she whispered back. "Pretty cocky."

"Oh, I can show you cocky."

"You already did, mister... but I don't think you're fully loaded anymore."

"That's where you're wrong." I let my fingers brush casually along her arm. "I'm so full I could explode."

"Just like a boy who can't control himself."

"That's where you're wrong."

"Maybe you can show me sometime."

My cock was raging now, curved like a scimitar, only an inch away from her ass. She let her shoulder press against my naked chest.

"How about now?"

Your boss told me to keep an eye on you two. So you'd better not have fucked that girl Claire... did you?"

"Yes."

I slid my hand around her arm and pulled her gently closer, until her ass pressed against my raging naked cock. She leaned her head back, just so slightly, and our cheeks met as my free hand slid down to her hip.

"Did she..."

I felt myself throb as she pressed her ass against my hard-on.

"Did she what?"

"Was she satisfied with your performance, Mr. Tony?"

"Just Tony, and yes, she was satisfied." I took the trunks from her hand and put them on, folding my stiff cock over so it wouldn't be so obvious. But it still was. She sighed and glanced sideways and watched me as I pressed myself into the tight, wet spandex.

"You can take a cold shower," she said, and turned to the door just as her friends began coming out towards the pool.

"Your book club?"

"Something like that. You'd better find a shirt or something to cover that bulge up."

There was quite a crowd of young to middle age women making their way poolside. A few of them gawked at me but Mrs. Sinclair put herself between them and me, as best as she could.

"Tony, I think you'll find some of my husband's dress shirts hanging in the cabana. Be a good boy and put one on, will you?"

I turned, but I overheard her continue, "He's a brave boy, but a bit retarded."

What a bitch.

When I entered the cabana, a little old lady was already there, and she held up one of the old man's dress shirts to me, but her eyes dropped to my crotch.

"Are you modeling for us today?"

"Modeling?"

She smiled at my awkwardness. "Don't worry, you'll do great. Tony, is it?" I nodded, and she whispered to me conspiratorially, "Don't listen to what that crow says. You can be anything you want."

"Right."

She took the shirt from its hangar and held it open for me, and I slipped into it. She took me by the hand and walked me back to the bar by the pool, where one of her friends handed me a mai-tai. It was sweet and boozy and I drank it fast. I noticed they all had their sketch pads and artists' pencils, charcoals, and the rest.

"Art class, right?"

"Classics, that's right," the woman tending bar replied in a lilting Australian accent. "You'll probably want to slip out of those soon. No marks, you know."

"Slip out of these?"

"If you're comfortable. And the way I mix these, boyo, you'll be comfortable."

I nodded and then Mrs. Sinclair glided by and took me by the arm.

"I'm so glad you're making friends with my guests. You know, the model I really hired is here. Do you think I should send him back?"

"As you wish, my lady," I replied, using the line from the old movie.

"Maybe I should have the two of you together." She reached down and boldly stroked my cock through the spandex. "I saw that you like that." I said nothing, and she pulled her fingertips away and walked back up to the veranda, and waved the man forwards.

It was Jonas.

END OF PART 4