Chapter 4
"What a gorgeous place," the curvy redhead said excitedly as she hugged against the beefy arm of her companion. "I love it here already!"
Her companion was a husky guy, shorter than Roger, Randi noted, but thicker muscled. He had an open, pleasant smile that went well with his fine, powerful looking body. Of course, his redheaded female friend was nicely packaged as well, Randi saw with a wry smile.
This body-beautiful couple was the first of Roger's and Horace Denson's sex-cranes, as Randi secretly called them. They represented the first couple to initiate Lionhead Country Club into its winter swingers phase. As a result of careful scheduling, it was planned that the club would entertain only one couple on its opening day as a sex palace. Randi couldn't help herself from making such sarcastic remarks about the new scheme, partly because of honest skepticism, but mostly to puncture Roger's smug attitude concerning the new enterprise.
"That fireplace is mammoth," the redhead cooed, facing Randi with a beaming smile.
"Yes, a lovely place you have here," the hunk said, flashing his own winning smile at Randi.
In spite of her preconceived misgivings, she couldn't deny feeling a warm response toward the friendly young couple. But as she slowly warmed to the swinging club's first guests, she still remembered vividly how getting things ready for this grand opening had been fraught with hazard at every turn. Naturally, it had taken more money than first estimated to complete the basic redecorating, even though she and Roger and the Denson's had done most of the labor themselves. Now that it was done, Randi was determined to give the idea her best shot and, while still skeptical, she had volunteered to act as hostess for the charter couple.
"Well, now that you two have had the guided tour, the place is yours," Randi said, beaming her own winning smile at the couple. "Enjoy, and please don't hesitate to let me or any other staff member assist in making this a memorable stay."
"Are there many other guests?" the hunk said, glancing around.
"Not yet," Randi admitted. "You're the first to arrive. I suppose that gives you a little extra edge in that you'll be more familiar with the place by the time others arrive."
As the happy couple ventured off toward the dining area, Randi made her way quickly toward the private manager's office, anxious to report to the others how well she did greeting their first guests.
Everyone asked for minute details of how it went and, Randi noted happily that Roger even seemed proud of her when she had completed her report to the other owners.
"I just hope the girl you hired to handle massages shows up tomorrow," Grace said, contributing the only sour note during the mini-conference.
"She will," Randi replied confidently. "I like her. She's got experience working in swing clubs. I was really impressed with her."
"I hope you're right," Grace said, clamping her teeth down on her ever-present cigarette holder and inhaling deeply. "Most of the girls who work in those places are tramp-types, so I'm told. I don't know how dependable they are."
"Let's wait before we pass judgment," Randi said, holding back the spurt of anger that quickly rose inside her. Grace had the irritating quality of trying to be an aristocratic bitch. "Well, I can't fault anything Randi has done so far," Horace said, verbally stepping between the two women. "I think I'll sneak into the kitchen and make sure the cook is doing justice for our first customers."
Later in the afternoon, with Roger off buying endless supplies and the Denson's not due back for the night shift for another couple of hours, Randi stood staring at the snow fluttering down on the tennis court, wondering if spring would ever arrive. Her reverie was interrupted by the sudden appearance of the smiling hunk. As they exchanged greetings, Randi actually welcomed his interruption. Now, as she gave him closer inspection, she discovered that there wasn't anything not to like about the man. His pleasant, friendly manner was a perfect complement to his muscular, blocky build.
"We were wondering about a massage," he said, his blue eyes dancing over her face.
"I'm sorry, but our masseuse doesn't arrive until tomorrow," Randi said, sincerely sorry to disappoint the charming man.
"Well, that's fine with us," he replied with just enough shyness to make him even more endearing to Randi. "Joyce and I were sort of hoping that you could be the masseuse."
"Me?" Randi said with a surprised yelp.
He chuckled and nodded. "Joyce loves your body and, I've got to tell you, I can't find a thing wrong with her taste."
"Well, I'm flattered, but ...," she stammered, flustered.
"Don't worry," he said with an easy wave of his hand. "I know it requires extra compensation. Joyce and I are willing to pay double the usual rate if you'll be the masseuse."
Nothing like a mixture of flattery and greed, Randi thought, flashing her own wicked grin.
"Sure," she said.
"Great," he said. "We're in room one."
"Give me ten minutes to get ready," Randi said, her pulse quickening and a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
When the hunk departed, Randi moved fast. She had given massages before to club members with leg cramps and muscle strains, but the prospects of this massage was giving her different, stimulating reactions. Her huge tits were throbbing wonderfully and she felt the pleasant quivering of her clit as she hurried toward her private locker in the ladies dressing room. She dug in her locker for her white shorts and halter top and changed quickly. She examined herself in the floor-length mirror in the dressing area, allowed herself a fast nod of approval, then gathered lotions and powder from the supply room and hustled toward massaging room number one.
Horace's inspiration about converting the individual card and game rooms into massaging rooms had the makings of genius-level thinking to Randi's mind. It hadn't been too expensive making the rooms cozy and intimate with massaging tables, comfortable chairs and pleasantly arranged plants to add a homey touch. Rooms one and three were the largest and each equipped with its own private whirlpool.
A quick rap at the door brought a fast response as the hunk opened it and greeted her with another broad smile. Randi's eyes instantly traveled subtly down over his massive body and she almost gaped as she saw him covered with only a skimpy Turkish towel. It took only Randi's quick glance to determine that this hunk was big in all the right places as well as through the chest and shoulders. The towel literally bulged in front, straining to cover his crotch. She was instantly curious to discover close up what type of terrific hose this stud had dangling between his muscular legs.
His companion was still lollying around in the whirlpool wearing a bikini that looked more like a couple of threads. She marveled at how it actually stayed on the redhead's body. At any rate, the bikini proved that the redhead had a very ample set of tits and big, firm, rounded ass.
"I'm so glad it's you that is going to be our masseuse," the redhead said with a sincere smile that immediately charmed Randi. "I think it's obvious that Pete likes the idea of you being here," she added with a girlish giggle and a not-so-subtle pointing finger at his towel-stretched crotch.
Randi joined in their casual laughter as the redhead stepped from the whirlpool and began to towel herself off briskly.
"Oh, here," Randi said, stepping forward quickly after placing the lotions and powder on the massaging table. "Let me help you with that."
Randi took the thick terrycloth towel and began drying the redhead's back. Randi fought to maintain a professional attitude even as she discovered how well-conditioned the redhead was. Well conditioned bodies of either sex had always turned on Randi and it took considerable effort for her not to express this fact and run the risk of sounding too weird. Then, she realized that she was in the company of swingers who likely wouldn't think anything was weird. This notion calmed her, although she still worried about giving the impression that she was heavy into lesbo action. In truth, Randi had never once experimented sexually with another woman nor, had she ever desired such an encounter. Still, she had to admit, the friendly, open redhead and her luscious body were certainly appealing.
Randi pulled the towel out taut and rubbed the redhead's neck, back and shoulders. She worked down her arms in a brisk, shoe-shine action, giving her flawless skin a lot of stimulation and, if the redhead's hardening nipples were any indication, more than a little arousal as well.
"Take off that bikini top, Joyce," the hunk ordered in a raspy tone as he eased himself down on one of the chairs facing the massaging table. He squirmed in the chair and gave himself a good view of the womanly action. "We're all friends here now. You two ladies don't mind if I watch, do you?"
"No, no. Not at all," Randi said quickly, a little thrill dancing over the surface of her flesh. "I don't mind. Is there anything special you'd like to see?"
She glanced toward the hunk as his eyes glowed with excitement. "Just have her stretch out here on the rubdown table and give her a massage," he said, with a lewd wink. "I love watching her get a rubdown from another great looking lady."
Randi flashed him a pleased little smile and turned around just in time to see Joyce fumbling with the ties of her bikini top.
"Turn around," she said, and when Joyce did, Randi pulled the right string and the thing sagged. Joyce completed her turn and Randi quickly saw that the bikini top was the only thing that sagged.
The redhead's tits were round and swooping. Chunks of pointy pink nipples begged to be fondled and caressed as the twin arrows jutted provocatively from the end Of the redhead's two fleshy mounds. Randi's mind briefly planted the urge for her to taste the redhead's luscious looking nipples, but she ignored the idea for the moment by concentrating on removing Joyce's bikini bottoms.
She bent down and untied the bottoms, steadying her trembling fingers as she worked. Soon, Joyce's magnificent bush popped into view as the flimsy material fell to the floor. Randi's eyes locked on the precious sight and she drank in the view of Joyce's bright red, lushly thick, cunt patch. A tiny groan escaped her throat as she stared at Joyce's bold clit that protruded proudly between the lips of her moist pussy slit. Though Randi had never stripped another woman before, or performed any other lesbo-type activity, she had to squelch an urge to grab that clit with her teeth and roll it around between her lips.
"Boy, what a heavenly sight," the hunk said, taking the words right out of Randi's mouth. "Get over here, Joyce, and plant that lovely ass on this rubdown table. I can't wait to see our hostess work you over."
As Randi assisted Joyce up on the table, she caught the man's glimpse and held it for a steamy second longer than necessary. They matched grins as Randi not-so-discreetly allowed her gaze to drop toward his lap. Her smile instantly grew as she saw the Turkish towel leap in throbbing spasms, threatening to make a mockery of its modest purpose. She forced her eyes away from the horny sight, happy in the knowledge that she and the hunk were on the same wave-length. He obviously enjoyed good, old fashioned sex and Randi was overjoyed with that notion.
"You can take off your little outfit too, Randi," he said, licking his lips with a wide flick of his tongue. "All those shorts and halter top does is tease the shit out of me. I'd rather see the whole package."
Randi took a deep breath before plunging into the exciting action of stripping in front of two strangers. She decided to tantalize him more by postponing her striptease long enough to properly position the redhead on the table. She liked the idea of his arousal intensifying as she made him wait to see her nude. The hotter the better, she told herself as she helped the redhead lie face-down with her tits gathered primly under her beautiful back and her asscheeks spread apart just enough so that she could see the redhead's cunt slit stretched out and a generous slice of cunt meat framed by her tangled red bush.
"Here," Randi said as an afterthought. "Put this under you. I think you'll find it more comfortable."
She sipped a thick pillow under Joyce's pelvis and had to relish the provocative view for a few seconds. With her ass sticking up and her thighs stretched apart, Randi had a clear view of the redhead's puckered bunghole, as well as an even better sight of her glistening gash. The intoxicating view was making Randi more than a little steamy as she hurriedly yanked off her halter top and shorts.
"Wow!" the hunk yelled, leaning forward in his chair. "What a great body!" he added with open admiration.
Joyce craned her head up and peered over her shoulder. "Oh yeah," she said in a low whisper. "Beautiful tits and ass!"
"Thanks," Randi said modestly, feeling a slight blush rise in her cheeks. "I guess I better get to work."
She leaned over the rubdown table and massaged Joyce's shoulders and upper back, kneading the hard muscles with expert precision. She smiled with gratification as Joyce's guttural moans told her what a good job she was doing.
"Maybe you should get up there on top of her," the hunk said with an open leer. "Might make your job a lot easier," he added with a wink and a chuckle.
Randi smiled as she straddled the redhead and began in earnest working the muscles of Joyce's upper back and shoulders. Gradually, she worked her kneading hands and fingers downward until she was seriously massaging Joyce's rounded asscheeks and the arch of the redhead's spine.
"Aaahhh, that's nice," Joyce said softly.
"I hope my hands are strong enough for you," Randi said, rubbing a generous amount of lotion into Joyce's back muscles.
"I wasn't exactly referring to your hands," Joyce said with a tiny giggle while wiggling her ass suggestively. "I meant that glorious pussy bush of yours. I can feel it tickling my butt."
"Oh," Randi said, shooting a smiling glance toward the hunk. "I didn't realize I was getting so carried away up here."
"I haven't heard any complaints," the man said, his eyes locked on the action.
"Yes, please don't stop," Joyce said. "It's wonderful!"
Randi had no intention of stopping as she resumed the massage, bouncing up onto her haunches to better reach the redhead's shoulders and neck. She made a special point to stick her cunt right into Joyce's asscrack, giving the redhead another chance to feel the damp, downy fullness of her own black cunt hair.
"Damn, that's making me all hot and bothered," the hunk said, standing abruptly and ripping off the Turkish towel.
Randi couldn't resist the overpowering temptation to look, and she did with eye-widening fascination as the hunk revealed a thick, angular slab of fuck-meat burgeoning between his hairy thighs.
"Oooohhh," Randi gasped instinctively, unable to censor her expression of amazement. She quickly forced her attention back to the redhead, afraid of offending the swinging couple by coming on too strong with the hunk.
Following the lead of her fantasies, Ranch pinched her own nipples into bath, rubbery points with lotion slick fingers, then leaned forward and traced lines over the redhead's back with her erect nipples.
"Can you feel this?" Randi asked softly, swirling her tits in rotating circles over the surface of the redhead's back.
"God, yes!" Joyce squealed. "That's far out touch, honey! I like it almost as much as Pete does."
Randi managed to glance over at the hunk and see that he, indeed, was well into the action by polishing his swollen cockhead with his huge hands. He smiled back at her glance and increased the intensity of his hand-rubbing motions over his reddening fuck-knob.
Randi redoubled her efforts at manipulating her nipples all over Joyce's stunning back. Stinging sensations tingled throughout her huge tit-mounds as her dragging nipples caused a delightful friction against the redhead's flesh. Randi felt her own twat start to tremble as her arousal increased along with the dampening of her quivering cunt lips.
"Great job, ladies," Pete croaked in a throaty tone, raspy with obvious lust. He approached the rubdown table and gently patted Joyce's calf muscle. "Roll over, baby and let's continue on the front."
Randi lifted one leg enough for Joyce to roll over and was again pleasantly surprised at how enormous the redhead's tits were considering her dainty bone structure. Her gaze lingered over the redhead's gorgeous tits for several seconds before she lowered her eyes to take in the marvelous view of Joyce's red pussy patch. She riveted her attention on Joyce's cunt, fascinated by the way her cut was jutting out her cunt hood and throbbing hard. Her slit was oozing womanly fluid and her cunt lips were slipping apart, invitingly. Randi couldn't resist the urge to help the delicate snatch lips in their spreading effort. She reached down between Joyce's thighs and gently slipped a stiffened finger through the curly thatch of red twat hairs. With a deft flick of her fingertip, Randi managed to slither her digit into the steamy cuntal slit and further pry apart the quaking pussy lips.
"Wow! Massage that with your beautiful, big tits," Joyce pleaded, arching her back and thrusting her crotch and ass off the table. "Do it, please! I would love to feel that!"
Randi shrugged and smiled. "Good idea," she said. "I was thinking of just eating your delicious looking pussy, but you may have a better thought."
"Joyce is full of great ideas," Pete said, booming a loud laugh as he positioned himself beside the head of the table, cupping his engorged dick with both hands, aiming the swollen cockhead at Joyce's face. "This will give you something to nibble on while Randi is tit-fucking your gash."
"Boy, everybody around here is full of good ideas," Randi said, adding to the good-natured, friendly laughter as she scooted down between Joyce's spread thighs.
She glanced up in time to see Joyce eagerly suck Pete's fuck-knob into her mouth, then got down to the business at hand. She dipped low and gripped her nipples. She placed one of her nipples directly on Joyce's pulsating cit button, then traced hot, erotic circles around the vibrating bulb.
"Ooooobhhhh, wwwwoooowwwww!" Joyce yelled, jerking her head back and, in her obvious excitement, temporarily dislodging Pete's saliva glistening cockhead from her mouth. She immediately lunged her face forward and recaptured his rigid rod between her lips as she continued to moan and gargle passionate sounds.
Randi jabbed her erect nipple in the soupy, pink pussy meat, thrilling to the sensations this strange, new action was causing. She maneuvered herself so that she was able to prop into a position that allowed her to tit-fuck Joyce's snatch while fingering her own throbbing cit. She filled her eyes with the glorious sight of Pete's huge, vein-laced cock plunging in and out of Joyce's slurping mouth while loving the feeling of her nipple pulsating against Joyce's vibrating clit and steamy pussy lips.
Eventually, Randi closed her eyes and groaned as her first, self-induced orgasm rippled throughout her cunt. Through it all, she mouthed a silent blessing for Horace and Roger and for their terrific idea transforming Lionhead into a swingers club for half of the year was, she suddenly decided, pure genius.