After a night of sex with Damon, followed by a morning filled with sex with Damon and his roommate, Nick, we cleaned up and headed to a restaurant not far from where they lived.
Being in the company of the two guys I just had a threesome with was making me horny again. I couldn’t get it out of my mind as we sat in the restaurant, eating and talking.
We sat in a booth. Nick sat opposite Damon and me. I put my hand on Damon’s knee, slipped my shoe off, ran my foot under the cuff of Nick’s pants, and rubbed his shin with my toes. I couldn’t flirt with one man without flirting with the other.
Nick smiled across the table at me, and I could feel Damon’s cock swelling inside his pants. I was feeling bold, and since we were sitting in a booth, I slowly unzipped Damon’s pants and reached in to feel his cock. Although a tight fit, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, which made it possible for me to wrap my fingers around his shaft and run my thumb around the head of his cock.
I wasn’t wearing underwear either because I lost my thong from the night before. It had to be somewhere in Damon’s bedroom, but I could not find it anywhere. I was thinking that Damon might have taken it for his trophy. Some guys do that, you know.
In response to having my hand inside his pants, Damon returned the favor by rubbing my upper thigh and sliding my skirt up to my pussy. His hand was extra warm from holding his coffee cup.
I widened my legs just enough for him to slide two fingers inside my pussy. As he did so, I hummed softly, trying not to be too loud. My hum was still loud enough for Nick to hear. He smiled again, noticing the smirk on our faces. He well knew what we were up to. I continued to tickle his shin and the side of his calf with my wiggly toes.
In noticing that we were finished eating, the waitress, a middle-aged woman with a scowl, came to our table.
“All done here?” she asked and started picking up plates before we could answer.
Her presence didn’t stop either of us. I leaned forward to keep the naughty things we were doing under the table hidden from her view. At that moment, Damon’s finger found my G-spot. Biting my bottom lip, I tried to suppress a moan.
“What was that, dear?” the waitress asked me.
“Uh… nothing… just the bill, please,” I replied, trying to keep a level tone.
She gave me a funny look, shrugged a little, and turned to take the plates and silverware away and get our bill.
We all chuckled a little. Damon and I stopped playing with each other when the waitress returned, dropped the bill on our table, and walked off to deliver drinks to another table. Damon and I made a grab for the bill at the same time.
“I’ll get it,” Damon said.
“No, I’ll get it as a reward for all your hard work this morning,” I said and wink.
Neither Damon nor I ended up paying the bill because Nick took it from my hand and insisted on paying it. Nick had paid in cash when the waitress returned.
“Where is the washroom?” I asked.
“Through that door and down the stairs,” she replied, pointing to the door at the back of the restaurant.
I gave both men a look to follow me to the washroom. I hoped it was empty because I planned on doing more than just washing my hands and applying some lipstick. We walked to the back of the restaurant, through the door, and down the stairs. The basement hallway was dark and dingy compared to the dining area upstairs.
Instead of men’s and women’s washrooms, there were two big unisex ones. Perfecto! We all entered the second washroom. The room was a good size, furnished with a sink counter, wide mirror, one urinal, wastebasket, and a large stall.
Nick locked the door behind us, and Damon grabbed my head, pulled me into him tightly, and began kissing me. He was still hard and excited from our table play, and I could feel his bulge pressing against my pelvis. He walked me backward to the counter and lifted onto it. It was the perfect height for him to fuck me on.
We were still kissing when I reached down and undid his pants. His loosened pants dropped to the floor, and his cock was released and ready for action. I smiled at him as I held his cock and guided it to my pussy.
He pushed his hips forward, and we both gasped as it went all the way in. “Ooh, baby… yes,” I softly hissed as I leaned back, bracing my hands behind me and allowing Damon to work his cock in and out of me.
Damon stopped fucking me for a moment to take my blouse off. He wanted to play with my tits while he fucked me. This made what we were doing even hotter, and I was all for that.
Putting my hands on both sides of Damon’s face, I pulled him to me to kiss him. With one hand, he groped my tit. With the other, he braced himself on the mirror behind me. In this position, he was able to pump me deep and hard. And he did.
I had to put one of my hands on the counter to brace myself from the rough pounding I was getting. It felt so amazing! I moaned loudly and didn’t even care if anyone outside the door would hear me. After a few minutes of this hot fuck session, Damon came deep inside me, grunting my name as he did so.
I was close to the edge, and feeling his semen gushing into my cunt tossed me over the edge, and I cried out his name as my body shook with ecstasy. The pressure of my orgasm forced some of his cum from my pussy to puddle on the counter that I sat upon.
Damon cleaned up the mess we made on the counter while I went over to Nick, squatted before him, and pleasured his cock with my hands and mouth. He was as aroused as ever from watching Damon fucking me, and it took less than a minute to make him cum. I took it all in my mouth, emitting delicious moans from each tasty squirt that shot from the end of his cock.
I quickly dressed after I finished Nick off, and we made sure not to leave a mess behind before we left the washroom.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked as we left the restaurant.
“How about spending the afternoon at the beach,” Nick suggested. “I know a nudist beach south of the city we could venture to.”
“That sounds like a great idea!” I said eagerly. “I love nude beaches. My husband and I go quite often during the summer months.”
Damon agreed, so off we went. It took an hour to get there. It was a nice drive down the ocean highway. We stopped at a convenience store to buy a Styrofoam cooler, a bag of ice, a twelve-pack of beer, and some wine coolers.
The beach was called San Gregorio, primarily gay but known for all genders. The mile-long beach left a vast amount of free area to sunbathe and trot around in the nude. There is a lot of dried driftwood around, and many beachgoers use the driftwood to build two to three-foot-high barriers commonly referred to as condos.
After paying a ten-dollar charge to park the car, we grabbed the cooler and a couple of beach towels that Mike had in the trunk of his car and headed down the steep dirt path to the beach below. My high-heeled shoes were useless on the sand, so I left them in the car and barefooted down the path to the softer sand below. I walked between the guys while they carried our things down the path.
We walked north along the beach and found an unoccupied driftwood condo at the high edge of the beach. We set up our camp by laying the beach towels down and putting the cooler within reach. Then we all got naked and settled in.
As we lay there, drinking beer and chatting, some people who walked near our driftwood condo could look in and see us. One guy with a big heaver dick swinging between his legs walked by and stopped to chat with us. He said his name was Cage, and we invited him to join us.
After he took his place in our condo, he pulled a bag of marijuana from the shoulder-strap purse he had with him and rolled a big fat joint. Life was good! We were drinking beer, smoking pot, and having a fun time chatting about everything under the sun.