That was what I was doing there, too, but as a building consultant.
The expats used to meet in a small bar near a beach, and we quickly got to know one another. Lin and Wanda had never met before they arrived but now you would think they were sisters, physical characteristics aside. Wanda was short and very overweight. She was fat, but that isn’t an insult if it’s said with affection – and I felt very affectionate towards her. She had never married, although she had a daughter back in Oz. Wanda had large breasts to go with her big belly and bottom, but she didn’t wear her excess poundage like a Caribbean woman might. The women around here were unashamed of their bulk. The men liked it and the women thought of themselves as big and beautiful.
Wanda thought of herself as short and fat. Although she had obviously had sex at least once in order to have her daughter, her body language and the way she dressed and wore her hair said she did not want to be considered for the sexual competition. She was clean, neat and tidy though, and I sometimes found myself thinking I might try to unlock her one day.
Lin was at the other physical extreme. She was thin to the point of skinny, with the mind-boggling lack of breasts that always alarmed me. Her face was almost devoid of fat, which emphasized her cheekbones and her hawkish eyes, while her lips, which she painted dark red, were clearly her favourite feature.
Lin wore cheap, flimsy cotton cheesecloth beach dresses which flapped around her frame in the sea breeze. Wanda was still wearing the standard-weight dresses she had arrived with, and they clung to her stomach and chest, only relenting at the wide skirts.
The rest of the expat community was either married couples, older people or gay, so Lin and Wanda and I gravitated towards each other without realizing why.
I had a small apartment along the beach from the bar, a shack, really, with a bedroom, shower and toilet and an everything-else room in which I sat between work and bar, and between bar and bed, listening to music on my iPod and looking at the world through the mosquito screen.
One evening in the bar we suddenly seemed closer, my two female friends and I. It was quiz night and our little team of three beat the assembled might of the usual winners. We toasted ourselves with white wine and when the party started to break up, Wanda announced that she didn’t feel like going home. They both lived in a house of small apartments a couple of miles away.
We decide to go for a walk on the beach. It was the usual warm, still night and the sea lapped gently on the sand. We walked towards my place and when we came close, Lin said, “I could really do with using the loo. Do you mind?”
“Sure,” I said. “We can have a drink since we’re here if you like.”
So Wanda and I sat on the porch looking through the screen while Lin made peeing noises through the thin wall of the bathroom.
I played some music through the tinny speaker of my laptop and we made small talk. Then it went quiet and I sensed it was my responsibility to speak. The only furniture was a fairly large sofa and I was in the middle, with the girls on either side. I put my hands on their knees in a friendly way and began hesitantly.
“So, the three amigos. I would just like to say how proud I am of us as a team.” I paused, not for effect but because I was making this up as I went along. Then I got up, turned to face them and got on my knees, one hand on the knee of each again.
“You know I think you’re both gorgeous, don’t you?” Nether of them said a word. “And what I would like to do is… kiss both of you.”
Lin smiled and leaned forward slightly, so I leaned towards her, put a hand around her head and kissed her gently on the lips. My other hand was on Wanda’s leg, and it gripped her more tightly to maintain my balance. Her thigh muscles tensed and I felt her consciously relax them, so I leaned over to her, and her plain, unmade-up lips parted, but her tongue stayed back as I explored her mouth with mine. I moved my hand up to her neck to encourage her to loosen up, and she did, a little.
“Now, the natural thing to do,” I said as the blood surged into my cock, “would be to go to bed, all of us.’ I was talking to Lin’s chest and then my gaze shifted to the emerging nipples behind Wanda’s dress.
“Or we can do it in shifts,” I said, nervously changing the language away from suggestive to joking. “I go through with one of you and after a while we change over.”
Wanda put her hand on my waist.
“You two go,” she said. “I’ll wait here.”
I kissed her lightly on the lips and turned to Lin.
“Okay?” I whispered.
“Okay,” she said, standing up.
In four steps we were behind the door, in my bedroom with its large, comfortable old bed. We embraced, full body, and kissed, and I slid the flimsy dress over Lin’s head. She was wearing a thong and a bulky bra. I unhooked the bra and massaged what there was to massage. Her nipples were firm and eager, so I laid her on the bed and kissed and sucked them. Then I headed down her body to crotch level and extricated her thong from its hiding place.
Lin moaned as my tongue found her slit. She was shaved smooth and oiling up expectantly as I ran my tongue over her labia and then sucked them.
“Oh fuck,” she said. “It’s been years since I fucking did this. I want you inside me.”
The bed made a loud cracking sound as I lifted myself up and plunged my cock into her. Her pussy seemed to draw me in and my balls flapped against her crotch. Her hands came around my sides and one crept into my crack before she gripped my buttocks and began pulling me into her harder.
A floorboard creaked and a shaft of light shot into the room as Wanda entered. Lin looked up and I looked around, still pumping.
“Sorry,” said Wanda. “Do you mind?”
Lin just looked at her.
“Okay,” she said, expressionless. We got back to what we were doing but now she pulled my head down and kissed me passionately.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Fuck. Fuck me. Harder.”
I slammed myself into her as if I was trying to break something and it tipped her over the edge. She came with a wailing, writhing abandon as if her insides wanted to consume me. I fought the urge to cum, because my performance wasn’t yet finished.
Wanda had removed her clothes and was lying beside us, one arm over my back, before Lin raised her arm and took Wanda’s hand. Wanda moved her face towards me and her tongue begged me to forgive its earlier shyness. She kissed keenly but with a strange sort of clumsiness.
Lin extricated herself from the tangle of bodies and sat on the plastic chair that I threw my clothes on at night. Her just-climaxed cunt seeped juices into my tee shirt as I rolled Wanda onto her back and climbed aboard. I had felt her big, bushy clump of dark pubic hair and slid my finger into her sadly neglected but still beautiful hole. And she had wrapped an excited hand around my erection, feeling Lin’s natural lubricant making it slippery. She jerked me gently.
“Just get inside me,” she urged. I slipped my lucky cock into her grateful cunt and rubbed her insides deliberately, firm and slow, boldly going where no man had been recently. As I increased the speed until I was pounding her like an animal, she began to talk in a high pitched, out-of-control voice.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “God I wanted you to do this. Oh God…”
As Wanda surrendered to it completely I became aware of Lin’s fingers stroking my buttocks.
“When you’ve got a minute,” she said with a smile. “Would you mind licking my ass? It’s the only thing that’s going to make me cum more than I just did.”
“I would love to lick your ass, Lin,” I said.
“Okay,” said Wanda, awkwardly standing up. “You go ahead.”
Lin knelt on all fours and I knelt behind her. She trembled as my tongue danced across her buttocks and into her little brown playground.
“Oh shit,” she said. “Fuck.” Her hips did the Samba as I rimmed her to orgasm. As she shuddered, I trembled too as I felt a tongue in my own crack. Wanda was licking me, and doing it with a boldness I would never have expected.
“Wank him into your mouth,” Wanda ordered, and Lin moved into position, her lips parted in anticipation. I had been holding on so long and so successfully that I knew I was going to have to do it myself, so I took over and as Wanda’s brazen tongue explored me around the back, my semen shot through and out the front into Lin’s mouth.
We collapsed into a dirty, sweaty, giggling, panting heap. The girls were holding hands and laughing together, before sharing a brief, privately understood peck on the lips.
