Decadent Virgin

Content Advisory: m/f sex, sex in a public 

Kelsey stepped off the boat and moved forward, allowing the others to disembark. The sun had set hours ago, but oil torches perched on the pilings along the length of the private dock gave her enough light to see by.

Nerves fluttered in her tummy like little butterflies. This is the first time she’d ever come to Decadent, the private key off the coast of Florida that had been turned into a hedonist’s playground.

It boasted all the beauty one would expect from a tropical island – lush greenery, white sandy beaches, gorgeous ocean. But Oliver Samms had built a hotel and private bungalows. The beach was clothing optional and many that came to the adult-only resort switched partners and indulged in many activities considered lewd by polite society.

Kelsey was a local girl and had been warned away from the goings on here, but her break-up with Rob had been difficult. His accusations that she was frigid and unadventurous weighed her down. When her friend had suggested checking out the night club here, she decided to prove Rob wrong. Now she was having second and third thoughts.

“Come on, Kels. Remember what I told you? You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to.” Becky grabbed her hand and pulled her up the dock.

That little tidbit had been the deciding factor for her foray into the swinging scene. She’d like to play, but knowing that she had the option of declining made this feel safer somehow.

The torches continued from the dock, along a graded trail that led directly to the back of the hotel where the night club was housed. They slipped through the French doors into a huge lobby area.

The check-in desk ran the length of the wall to her left. On the right was a lobby area of plush couches and chaise lounges. Some of the couches were occupied with couples, or more, in various levels of activity. Sexual activity. Kelsey’s jaw dropped and she quickly looked away.

On the far wall stood a set of double doors, a big man guarding the entrance. That was the night club. Even this close to the club, she couldn’t hear any music. The resort obviously did everything possible to ensure all its customers were satisfied.

Movement at the desk brought her attention back to that side of the room. A tall man that looked to be in his mid-twenties stared back at her. She’d never seen anyone that gorgeous in person. Even though he was clothed in conservative black pants and white shirt, she could tell that he worked out. 

The material strained around his arms and across his shoulders, molding against the muscles. He had dark brown hair that looked to be shoulder-length, tied back in a ponytail. A goatee and mustache gave him a bad boy edge, but it was his dark eyes that caused her to gasp. They all, but devoured her.

She allowed Becky to pull her toward the club as she tried to figure out his supposed interest. Though she wasn’t ugly, she wasn’t beautiful either. She considered herself passably pretty and a typical Florida girl with her blonde hair and blue eyes.

She gave the hunk behind the counter one last look before slipping through the doors and into the club. Low light showed a small anteroom and another set of doors. This must be how they kept the noise from overflowing into the lobby.

Shoving through the last barrier, she stood in awe as the door swooshed closed behind her. It was dark, of course, with small candles on each table and dim lighting throughout. A bar ran along one wall. Tables and booths ringed around a small dance floor and a DJ sat at an upraised platform at the front, spinning tunes.

As in the lobby, most everyone seemed to be engaged in some sort of sexual escapade. Even on the dance floor, she could see a man with his hand up the skirt of his partner. Judging from the look on her face, she didn’t mind at all.

The butterflies were back. She knew what kind of activities went on here, but she hadn’t expected to see them out in the open. 

Becky moved toward an open booth in the corner and she stuck close to her friend. As soon as they sat, a topless waitress approached to take their order. Several small bowls littered the table, one filled with nuts, one with pretzels and the last with condoms. A blush heated her cheeks at how open everything was here.

No sooner had the drinks shown up and a blond hunk sauntered over to ask Becky to dance. Kelsey nursed her drink and watched her friend with her dance partner. Obviously Becky had been here before and had no qualms about what went on here. Almost as soon as they hit the floor, the two entwined with lips and hands roaming.

Another man stopped by her table and ask her to dance. She declined, not quite ready to do what seemed to be expected on the dance floor. A couple more men asked her to dance over the course of the next thirty minutes, but she sat and watched those already out there.

The waitress had just brought her another drink when she felt the presence of someone standing at the table. She looked up into the dark gaze of the man she’d noticed at the check-in desk. Moisture flooded her panties at his intense stare. Could she loosen up with him?

“May I join you?” Deep and smooth, his voice sent goose bumps running down her arm.

She licked her lips nervously and his gaze dropped to her mouth. This was one potent guy. Could she handle this? Checking him out up close, she knew she wanted to try.

“Sure. Have a seat.”

“Thanks. My name’s Max.”

“Kelsey.”

“Nice to meet you, Kelsey. First time here?”

Heat that had nothing to do with his nearness swept up her cheeks. “That obvious?”

Max accepted his drink from the waitress and took a sip. “Just that you haven’t jumped in with someone yet. Lucky for me.”

Her blush deepened and she was glad for the low lighting.

He settled against the seat and stretched his arm across the back until his fingertips could touch her. “What brought you out tonight?”

Taking a drink to wet her dry throat, Kelsey weighed her words before answering. “Needed a change of pace after my break-up.”

“Bad one?”

“Bad enough. How long have you worked here?”

He arched a brow, but allowed the change in subject. “Just a month. Moved here from the Midwest. Different world, for sure.”

With a laugh, she nodded her head and took another drink to fortify herself. He’d started playing with the ends of her hair and the more he watched her with those dark eyes, the wetter her panties got.

Max slid closer to her in the booth. Nerves got the better of her and she gulped a mouthful of liquor, causing her to choke. He rubbed her back until she brought herself under control. How embarrassing. 

After a few moments, she noticed that he’d kept his hand on her back and now traced circles over her shoulder. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. Leaning in closer, he closed the distance between them, claiming her lips in a soft kiss.

Though not intensely sexual, his kiss soon had a fire blazing in her core and a small moan escaped her.

He pulled back and ran a finger along her cheek. “I want you to know that I don’t normally socialize with guests, but you called to me.”

Not sure whether to believe him or not, she decided she didn’t care. She tugged his head down and kissed him again. With a jolt, he returned the kiss, this time taking it deeper. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, enticing her to open to him.

She did and he slid inside, exploring every crevice. The heat pooled in her belly and she snuggled closer to him. His taste and hunger fed her own. Before she knew what happened, he pulled her onto his lap and she straddled his legs, aligning her wet heat on his erection.

As the kiss continued, Max slid his hands around her ass to delve into her panties from behind. The sizzling touch of his finger tracing her moist folds pulled a groan from her and she shifted against him.

He pushed his digit into her pussy, scraping against her G-spot. Pleasure shot through her and she ground her clit against his dick, eliciting a moan from him. 

She broke the kiss and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “God, Max.”

“Are you okay with this?” 

His hand stroked her hair while his finger continued to toy with her slit. She tried to catch a breath, but his ministrations kept her breathing shallow. Was she okay with this? He made it hard to think, but maybe that was her answer. 

He’d caught her eye as soon as she’d arrived and it seemed the attraction was mutual. Already he’d given her more pleasure in five minutes than Rob had in an entire night. She wanted to explore this and actually experience an orgasm by someone’s hands other than her own.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and looked him in the eye. “Yes.”

At her answer, the anxiety dissolved from his face. “Thank God.”

Much to her dismay, his finger slid from her body and he urged her farther back on his lap. With both hands, he raised the hem of her short skirt higher until the fabric bunched around her waist. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

The sincerity in his compliment threatened to overwhelm her senses. Now was definitely not the time to start crying. “Thank you.”

While she’d been getting her emotions under control, his magic fingers had found her clit and he rubbed it lightly, raising the need inside her. Her hips found a rhythm and she ground against him.

As they moved together, the tension coiled in her belly, tighter and tighter with each pass of his finger. 

“Oh, God. Max. Yes.”

She pressed into his hand and he rubbed harder, faster. Like a strung bow suddenly released, her climax hit her hard and she cried out. Max continued to massage her clit through her orgasm until she became too sensitive.

“Wow. That was…”

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful when you come.”

She could feel the blush returning and to divert attention from her, she worked the button and zipper of his pants until his dick sprung free.

“Commando?”

A sheepish shrug. “Haven’t done laundry yet.”

Kelsey giggled and palmed his erection, running her hand up and down the velvety steel rod.

“I can’t wait much longer, babe.”

At his moan, she grabbed a condom from the bowl on the table. Opening it slowly, she grinned when he snatched it from her and had himself sheathed within seconds. She rose on her knees and he shoved her panties to the side and fit his mushroom tip to her opening.

Yanking her down, he impaled her in one thrust. They both groaned. Max quickly lifted her, only to drop her back down, spearing deep inside her. In, out, in, out, in, out. The table hampered their movements, but the angle it forced on them made it impossible for him to miss her G-spot on each plunge.

The tension that had diffused with her first climax returned full force. Her body bowed as he hammered her from below. He pounded up, faster and harder and the pleasure spiraled up and out to engulf her entire body.

Max pinched her clit and the fireworks went off behind her closed eyes as a scream ripped from her throat. Her pussy rippled around his cock and he thrust one last time before holding her against him, pulsing inside her.

She flopped onto his chest and buried her face in his throat as he soothed her with caresses along her back.

“Will you stay the night with me, Kelsey?”

Raising her head to look into his eyes, she saw the intense look was back, but there was a touch of uncertainty in his gaze. She realized she’d like nothing better, so she nodded. Relief filled his face and he pulled her back into his embrace.

“Damn, that was hot!” Becky’s voice jerked Kelsey out of her post-coital stupor and she turned to see her friend standing at the table with her blond hunk.

“You watched?” She didn’t know whether to be pissed or embarrassed.

“Hells yeah. Good for you. Steve and I are going to get a room. Will you be all right?”

Kelsey nodded. “I’m going to stay with Max tonight. Call my cell tomorrow and I’ll meet you to take the water taxi back.”

“You got it. Have fun, kids. God knows I’m going to.” With a wave, the other couple left.

Keeping her eyes averted, she sat up on her knees and adjusted her clothing before sprawling on the seat beside Max. From the corner of her eye, she saw him carefully remove the condom and right his own pants.

After he’d disposed of the condom in a small trash can that she hadn’t noticed earlier, he lifted her chin to raise her gaze to his.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Kelsey. No one here judges. That’s why they come here. Okay?” The concern in his voice touched her heart.

She was very glad that she’d taken a chance with him and the sex had been phenomenal. Nodding, she relaxed into his side.

“Ready to go upstairs and explore this some more?”

“Oh, yes.”

Max stood and offered a hand out of the booth. She never even noticed the other patrons smiling as they passed.

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Please return on June 7th for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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