Day 1 Continued
As we walked away from the orgy that was still going on I let my imagination run wild about what we'd see at the pool. Would it be one giant fuck fest like what was right behind us? As we made our way we passed several other couples, gay and straight, making love on the grass and a threesome with three women and a huge double headed dildo. I was still too fatigued from cumming twice earlier to get aroused, but it did fire my imagination.
When we finally arrived at the pool I was surprised to find that there was little of the debauchery I'd imagined. Everyone was naked, of course, but mostly people were just swimming and sunbathing. The one overt act was that a man with a white anklet was massaging suntan lotion into the skin of a woman with a blue anklet lying face down on a beach towel beside the pool. His right hand was on her back, but the left was between her legs, his fingers slipping between her pussy lips. Other than that it was no different from what went on at any pool I had ever been to. It made sense. An entire week here couldn't be just non-stop fucking. Not even when I was fifteen could I have kept up that kind of pace. I made a mental note to adjust my expectations a bit and resolved to relax and recharge my batteries a little.
After we had picked up a pair of towels from a cart we staked out a couple of deck chairs and I spotted a small bar being manned by an Italian looking fellow with a black anklet. I got a bottle of beer and Sara got a margarita and we went back to our chairs to enjoy our drinks. I sat back and soaked in the sunshine, thinking about what had just happened at the fountain. It was so surreal that just fifteen minutes earlier I had been in the most erotic scene in my life and now I was just chilling out at a poolside. Just go with the flow, I thought with a little smile. We had each finished about half our drinks when Sara announced that she was going for a swim.
I followed right behind and the cool water felt glorious. I felt all the heat and sweat and dried sex juices get washed away and after ten minutes of frolicking lazily I emerged from the pool feeling clean and refreshed. We laid back down on our chairs to sunbathe a while longer. I was dozing off a little when I felt fingers around my soft prick, fondling it, coaxing it to life. I was starting to harden when I opened my eyes and turned to Sara.
"As tasty as it is, I'm hungry for something other than your cock, honey."
"I could eat, too."
"On the way here we passed a nice open air Mexican place." Sara suggested.
"Sure."
We finished the last sips of our drinks and headed away from the pool and back to the paths, passing some couples fucking on the way, as usual. I mused about how quickly it felt normal to see such things.
When we arrived we were seated immediately by a perky Latina woman who took drink orders and left us with menus. I settled on chicken enchiladas and set down my menu. That's when I caught a puzzled look on Sara's face.
"What's up?"
Quietly she whispered for me to look to my left as inconspicuously as I could. As I did so I noticed what she was looking at almost immediately. Most of the other tables were filled with couples or groups of three or four, smiling and chatting away. But at one table just a little way away from us sat a stunning young black woman. She was like a model, lean and toned, but not bulky, angular, but also feminine with high cheekbones and delicate features. The strange thing was that she was sitting alone and had a distant, almost melancholy look on her face as she absently nibbled on some tortilla chips.
"Poor girl looks lonely" Sara said under her breath. Her face showed genuine concern. That's one of the things I loved about Sara. All the kink aside she was a truly compassionate person who had an amazing sense for when people around her were troubled.
"Would you mind if I asked her to sit with us?" Sara asked.
"Not at all." I won't deny that a momentary vision of getting this woman in bed flashed through my mind, but I would also have been happy just helping to cheer someone up who was clearly distressed.