Esther’s Secret Desires 3

Esther’s Secret Desires, Ch. 3
by Romeo

We slept well into the morning hours. It was almost eleven when we had breakfast in Belinda’s kitchen. Esther was wearing one of her friend’s transparent negligees. She looked gorgeous, even without make-up. We touched upon the subject of “cleaning up a bit,” before we would leave.

“I suppose we’d better change the sheets as well,” I said. Obviously our wild games had left a lot of cum-stains on them. We had another copulating feast after waking up during the night, and Esther had given me an awesome blowjob in the morning. Although she swallowed part of the cum, some of it had dribbled from her face and had landed on the bed.

“No,” she replied. “We won’t. In her book, tidying up does not apply to changing sheets with the evidence of fucking and sucking before she has seen it and had her way with it. I know her. The moment she comes home, she will take off her panties, provided she’s wearing any, and head for the bedroom straight away, hoping and expecting she well find that evidence. If she doesn’t, the laundry basket will be searched. She will probably lick those stains of dried cum, and then fiercely finger herself to an orgasm. It’s more comfortable for her when she can start right away, lying amidst those stains.”

After that delightful night I didn’t expect such a festival of uninhibited debauchery to take place again in the near future. But the mere reminiscence and the prospect that it would probably recur at some point kept me in a pleasant state of mild arousal. And the envisioning of a threesome, being the first I would ever experience in my life, was extremely exciting and led to intense orgasms.

The summer had meanwhile started, and with it the holiday period. For Esther, and probably for Belinda as well, that implied more working hours. On the other hand, flight-attendants were also entitled to have a few weeks leave, but Esther didn’t know yet where those weeks would land in the agenda. Probably somewhere in August. In that month I would also have some freedom of movement. My wife had been invited by a friend of hers, a former fellow student from university, who had married a Brit and lived in the south of England. She would stay there for a week, including the preceding weekend and the following one. I pinned my hopes on the coinciding of that period with Esther’s holidays.

For the time being the chances of playing any kind of game together seemed next to zero. Except for the “panties-mail,” an invention of Esther’s. She provided me on a regular basis with a pair of her worn panties. They were put into a small cardboard box that was – in most cases at night – deposited in the old-paper bin near the drive of my garage. I returned the pair containing my cum in the same box and in the same place. With abbreviated short text messages we told each other when a new post was ready to be collected. I assumed that she eventually cleaned the panties herself one way or another, and wouldn’t put them in the parental laundry basket. On the basis of what Esther told me about her mother though, she wouldn’t even blink when finding cum-soiled panties of her daughter, on the contrary.

One day she messaged me that the mail would also contain a surprise, something I would no doubt appreciate. It turned out to be a DVD. Apart from stunning pictures of herself, as well as Belinda, there was a video on it, showing Esther in an extremely hot self-pleasuring performance.

Somewhere in the second half of July, when a small heatwave had begun to hit the country, she texted me. “Need to talk. Propose next Friday 3 pm at Dekker’s marina. A long wet tongue kiss. E.” The choice of the location was Interesting. In itself it was just as safe as a terrace downtown, if not safer. But to be honest I hoped it would imply more than talking.

At a short distance from our houses, there is a vast lake area, created ages ago by excavating a peat bog. It consists of a total of eleven lakes with small strips of land between them. As there are also a few tiny villages in the area, the strips of land have become a network of – albeit narrow – roads. Drawbridges allow sailing from one lake to another, and navigating all the lakes with a sailing boat can easily take a full day. In some of them are small islands, partly covered with bushes and trees. The area houses several marinas, the one Esther mentioned being the closest for us. It is also the smallest. From the time I owned a boat myself, I knew that her parents had a small cabin-yacht moored there.

In preparation for meeting Esther, I put on a dark blue polo and stone washed jeans. I left underpants behind, aware of the risk I would run with my appearance, but I couldn’t care less. As a former yachtsman I knew that boat shoes would be appreciated when embarking a sailing boat, certainly a wooden one.

As the crow flies, the distance might be covered by walking, but a canal prohibits that and compels a rather long detour via a bridge. Driving up to the marina, I saw that it was quiet on the nearby lake. The school holidays hadn’t started yet, but the main reason probably was the lack of wind; pennons were hanging down, leaves didn’t move and the water looked glassy. Coming across from the marina I spotted her on the jetty. She was wearing a bikini. A quite tiny one. I felt my balls tingle and the love tool started to swell. The first stain would probably show up before I reached the bridge over the canal.

When I walked onto the jetty she waved at me. The only other people at the marina were three teenagers, a boy in swimming trunks and two girls in equally tiny bikinis, preparing a small craft at another jetty.

Esther pushed her sunglasses in her hair and kissed me. “Glad you could make it, sweetheart. And welcome aboard. Can I offer you a drink? I brought a cool-box with some tins of beer.”

“Thank you. And yes, please. A cool beer will go down like Gods word in an elder. I’m so happy to see you again.”

“It’s visible. You’re even crying of happiness!” She laughed.

We sat down on the benches on either side in the aft of the boat, and Esther kicked her flip-flops off. Fortunately we could catch the shadow of some high trees, standing between the canal and the marina. “So what’s the news?” I said, as she handed me a tin.

“Well, first of all, my holidays have been settled nicely. They will coincide with yours, if I may say so.”

“Marvelous! That’s what I was hoping for.”

“Me, too, of course. Moreover, I will have the house to myself, as my parents have planned a stay in the south of France. So it looks like we’ll have ample opportunities to be as bad and mischievous as we want.” She briefly brushed a tit. “The other good news,” she went on, “is that Belinda will be around as well. Her holidays will officially start later, but she managed to arrange four days off with a combination of so-called compensation hours for working overtime and the swapping of duties.”

“That is way more than I was hoping for! Fantastic!”

“There is more. The hedonistic creature has come up with an idea. A plan for a titillating lead-in of our orgasmic party. A foreplay of the foreplay, as you so nicely call that type of activities. Let’s call it a naughty night out.”

“Ah, okay. Like going to a movie theater and doing dirty things under the cover of darkness, for instance?”

“Something like that, but in a more spectacular environment. Actually naughty is an understatement. Daring, bold and wicked would be more appropriate. Does the name Red Fox ring a bell?”

“Um, in fact it rings two bells, but I suppose you’re talking about a classy nightclub in Amsterdam.”

“I do indeed. Do you know it?”

“Only from hearsay. As far as I know it’s members only. And it seems that pretty much anything goes in there, even without the cover of darkness.”

“Mm. They offer temporary memberships though. Belinda has been there once or twice, in the company of a male friend with such an arrangement. According to her, tourists also visit the place with a temporary membership. Especially Americans it seems. They‘re probably curious as to how naughty and evil Amsterdam really is. What was the other bell?”

“A girl. A hot redhead who calls herself so. She features in erotic films. A huge turn-on I may add. Belinda’s plan is great…and also a turn on. Just imagining what might happen and be seen in the place is already very titillating right now.”

During this little conversation she frequently glanced at the bulge in my pre-cum stained pants, sometimes quickly sliding the tip of her tongue along the upper lip. I, in turn, let my eyes repeatedly visit her barely covered tits with their hard nipples, and the delightful candy between her legs, waiting and pining to be uncovered. When she parted them a bit, her small briefs showed a dark spot as well.

“For now, I have a plan, too,” she said with a charming smile. “You may have guessed that I didn’t invite you here just to talk. The lake is a perfect place for playing and fucking. And I have a huge urge to be fucked. Balls deep.”

“I already had that impression. Superfluous to say that the urge is mutual. I’m almost bursting.”

The plan was to sail to one of the islands, motoring, as hoisting sails made no sense at all. But before we set off, another urge had to be fulfilled. She kneeled between my legs.

“Let’s set that drooling orgasm-piston of yours free.” Swiftly she pulled the zipper, and as soon as the flute saw daylight, she started playing it by licking the head. “Each time I’m near this delicious instrument, I’m amazed by the abundance of pre-cum you produce,” she said, drawing strings of the glistening sticky stuff between the hard rod and her mouth. “I’ve never seen that with a man before, not to such an extent, anyway. It’s a joy in itself, I would say.”

“It usually is. But it may become embarrassing in public. It’s often difficult to hide, despite underwear.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t be. Embarrassed, I mean. Well, I guess it depends on the situation. But a real woman…,” she paused for another lick or two. ”A real woman, with the emphasis on real, will find it enchanting, seductive, and would even regard it as a compliment.”

“To be honest, it once led to a very nice sexual encounter indeed. It happened at a party. A girl with whom I was talking, and who was really turning me on, got so aroused by it, that she asked me to leave with her as soon as possible. We had a great fuck.”

“See?”

She continued to delightfully suck and wank for a while, and then wisely stored the tool. “Let’s go.” She started the outboard engine, while I took the fenders in and detached the lines. Proficiently she steered the boat backwards out of the berth, and then slowly to open water.

She pointed at the teenagers who were about to leave the marina, too. “I have my thoughts as to what those three might be up to. Hopefully they’re not heading for the same island. I’d better make some more speed!” When it became clear that the teenagers were not heading for the same island, she slowed down a bit.

“Would you please take over the helm for a moment?”

She unclasped her top. When her adorable tits were completely on display, she let them defiantly sway a few times, and then squeezed one of them with her free hand, pushing the hard nipple forward.

The islands in the lake have timbering along their edges, in order to prevent the slipping of the soft soil into the water. At a few spots there are metal rings, which enables easy mooring. Before stepping ashore Esther put her flip-flops back on.

There was, and perhaps still is, a small wooden hut on this particular island, with a slot on one side, about six feet long and a foot wide. It was used by hunters in mid or late autumn as a base for shooting ducks. Esther wanted to go inside. A few folding chairs were leaning against a wall and there was a small wooden table. A discarded condom showed, not surprisingly, that we had predecessors.

“I’ve always thoroughly hated those hunters,” she said, and leaned over, putting her hands on the lower edge of the slot, and spreading her legs a little. “Not only because they shoot the poor animals, purely for money. But they have even threatened to shoot at me, when I was sailing past the island on a nice day in late October. According to those bastards I was disturbing them. So, what I’m going to do now will satisfy me even more than it normally does…”

A second or two after this statement, the dark spot in her bikini briefs quickly grew larger; she was peeing. Before long the liquid poured out of the edges of the small garment on both sides, and dribbled along her thighs. “Mmmm… It’s such a lovely feeling to pee in your panties! Almost orgasmic. I can recommend it to everyone…” By now the fabric was saturated; the water also dripped straight down.

I clapped in my hands. “Fantastic! What a delicious and lovely performance! And super-sexy!”

I pulled her briefs down a little, caressed her butt and let my fingers travel to the soaking wet area between her legs, cupping and squeezing her left tit with my other hand. She welcomed the acts with a moan.

“Would you like to fuck here? As part of the revenge, so to speak?”

“No, I don’t. I prefer to be screwed alfresco.”

She went outside, kicked off the flip-flops and tripped to a tree behind the cabin. “Take your pants off and fuck me, bawdy stallion! Fuck me hard!”

Squirming her sweet sexy butt she completely pulled down her tiny wet bottom and stepped out of it. Then she adopted approximately the same stance as in the cabin, the only difference being that her legs were spread much further. The hut and the vegetation provided sufficient cover, but if someone on the lake would take a good look from the right angle, he or she would probably get at least an impression of what was going on.

“Take me!” she shouted. “Drive your steaming hot fucking locomotive into my soaking, lusty tunnel! My insatiable slutty cunt!”

We were evidently in strong need of a rough and noisy screwing party, with appurtenant prompting and comment.

“Now take this battering ram in, you filthy perverted slut.” I entered her with a vigorous thrust.

”Yesss! That’s it! Ram that orgasm gun deep inside me! Oh my God, this fucking in the open air so sizzling hot!”

Her subsequent moaning, gasping and meowing was accompanied by the slapping sound of our bodies and the sopping of our juices, while the pungent and stimulating scent of sex was hanging around us. The fierce, but also magnificent dance ended with orgasms like volcano eruptions. We were both sweating.

Esther wanted to stay where we were for a bit and wander around; she loved the feeling of my cum dribbling down her thighs. Every now and then she took a blot of the slimy substance with a fingertip and sucked it. Eventually we quenched our thirst with a tin of beer on the boat and made ourselves more or less presentable. In Esther’s case that consisted of putting on her top and high-cut jeans that left a good part of her buttocks bare. When we sailed back she made sure that I could peek into the naughty little thing, and enjoy the view of her freshly fucked cream puff.

When I was driving home I thought again of how downright amazing and truly mind-blowing this girl was. Not just because of her lovely appearance and her sexual appetite, but also because of her intelligence, wittiness and cheerfulness. If she would ever settle in a serious relationship, the one who got the privilege to call her his partner or wife, would be endowed with a gift of God. Obviously I hoped that such a development would not take shape in the near future.

In the course of the following weeks I arranged a temporary membership at “The Red Fox.” As expected, it was certainly not cheap, but I considered it more than worthwhile. In the process I learned that they had a dress code; men were required to wear a tuxedo. For the ladies the requirements were less strict; they were free to wear either a cocktail dress or a long evening dress, preferably but not necessarily black.

In consultation with Esther, and through her with Belinda, a date was agreed upon. The girls recommended a Thursday night, as parking in the crowded city might be a bit of a nightmare on weekend days, as well as on Friday night.

With the arrangements in place, now patience had to be exerted…

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