"You see all these beautiful healthy young women in their jogging outfits? Let's get one for you."
It was an odd kind of brothel, full of sports bras and leggings, and she was an odd kind of madam, elegant and slim. What was her secret?
In the end, she was proved right and by nine that evening he was in position 6, the Pretzel Dip. About right for the Pacific Rim, unless they were going to try rimming, but it was a big ocean and there would be time enough. Vancouver's finest, Joy, showed him how.
"I should have done more yoga," he thought, as he got everything in place and plunged deep into her. He managed. The whole length of his shaft was pleasured by her supple cunt, while she bit her lip and eventually just let it all go unrestrainedly and joyously. Was it a shriek? Was it a shout? Was it a scream? Whatever it was, her pussy lurched with the strength of it and he came instantaneously.
"So many of my girlfriends have told me how they had to wait for a woman to show them how to really enjoy sex, to feel really satisfied," said Melissa. She and Antonia were snug on her couch, watching some girl-on-girl action.
"Look at the way she's caressing the other one's breast? That's it, nice and slow. Let's have a good look." The smooth breast seemed to fill the entire screen, with a finger playing softly and slowly with the tip of the nipple. The photography was superb, the image sharp, and both Melissa and Antonia instinctively drew closer to each other as they watched, entranced and inflamed.
"Wow, that is hot," acknowledged Melissa. "You can do that to me later. But first I want to tell you how I got here. It wasn't self-help and it wasn't a lesbian experience. It was Martin."
"Good for Martin. How did he do it? Was he an older man? Plenty of experience?"
"No, he was my age, about twenty-three. I wasn't a virgin, but it was all pretty run-of-the-mill. You know, good date, it's getting late, your place or mine? That sort of thing. Enough foreplay to make him hard and me wet and willing, and then on with the bonk."
"You make it sound like a cup of tea or a dip in a swimming-pool."
"Cups and dips enough, Antonia my dear. Now you know me, I'm 34C and you're 32A and we get along just fine." She ran a finger lightly over Antonia's small, perfectly formed breast beneath the striped cotton shirt. "So Martin and I met, would you believe it, at the Boat Show. Lovely summer's day, we just found ourselves looking at the same boats and then walking together and finally sitting by the quayside at St Catherine's Dock. Pretty soon we knew we were going to go to bed together.
"When he touched my breasts for the first time, he drew in his breath sharply and said, I've never, never had a girl with breasts like yours. That felt good, and I'm sure they felt good, too, in his hands. Later, when we got down to it seriously, he said he was going to treasure me. And he certainly did. He didn't just pull it out and poke it in like so many of them do. He spent about an hour just worshipping my body."
"With my body I thee worship," twinkled Antonia, turning to Melissa and steadying a hand over her pussy. "Show me everywhere he touched and I'll touch you too."
It was a wonderful rehearsal. Antonia's feathery touch brought Melissa's skin to life. With her blouse open and her bra unfastened, her jeans unzipped and her knickers gradually disappearing she was being caressed again as she had been by Martin years before. The porn movie continued; or at least, it had flipped on to the next one, which was boy-girl so Melissa could enjoy the sight of cock-sucking even as she was being teased and squeezed.
Antonia smiled. "The best of both possible worlds," she said, slipping off her shirt to bare her breasts and then swiftly stripping down to nothing. She wanted to make sure that Melissa did not only get the benefit of her fingers and palms but the texture of her pussy in pleasant places. Eventually Melissa could take no more.
"Down on me, Toni, down and lick me out."
"Am I as good as Martin? Must I go get a dildo? Am I bringing back happy memories?"
"Toni, if Martin was half as good as you that would have been the best sex I ever had with a guy."
"You've had better?" asked Antonia, looking up from her pussy, curious.
"O yes, but you would give them a good run for their money. And if you keep doing what you're doing, you get first prize."
"This is first prize," smiled Antonia, and dived in again.
"Is the Pacific Sea my home?" mused John Donne to himself as his plane swung around to face that vast ocean. "All straits, and none but straits . . . I wonder whether the old bugger was thinking of clefts and cleavage when he said straits were the route to heaven? My goodness, but Joy's cleft felt good. I can still feel it clutching me."
Maybe the Canada-USA face-off was a tie. Anna and Joy just as good, if not better, than Barbara and Melanie and Sarah. Should he draw up a spreadsheet? He pulled out his laptop, hoping that the Japanese gentleman two seats away couldn't read what he was typing.
"Let's see, now: name, location, position, hair colour, bra size, pussy matted or smooth, number of orgasms, overall satisfaction -- what else? Whoa, John," he said to himself, closing the file and starting an email to Melissa instead. "What is this? Women aren't prize ponies for their points to be compared. I loved them all and I fucked them all, and how good it was and now I'm going to give Melissa something that will make her happy. Right, attach the photograph."
Joy was lying on the bed in her studio, tanned all over and looking as if she should be in a pornographic runner's magazine. Not much in the bust area, 34A at best, but her body was slender and lissom body and she moved it with grace. Sarah's lessons had come in handy. The delicate folds of Joy's pussy, with the comforting fragrance of her dark mat, occupied him for almost an hour as she came once, twice, three times under his tongue and then again, again and again, when he entered her.
It was all he could do to keep his fingers to the keyboard. If only he had known, Melissa needed no more stimulation than a kiss from Antonia, full and slow and long on her mouth, to be begging for it. Her pussy was his peace, and it was Antonia's playground. Out, out over the ocean, where his next encounter was waiting.
Next time: John admires boobs on the beach in Hawaii, and Melissa and Antonia make the most of country matters.
