Alice and Joe and You and Me

by Sue

That message from the mysterious Alice and Joe was all we could talk about as we retired from the beach get some lunch. The ambiguous connotations were a tickle to our sexual sensibilities, and we were energized and preoccupied with speculation about what might happen if we went to visit. Perhaps they were doddering 80 year olds that simply wanted to be neighborly, in a completely innocent kind of way. Or maybe they were like us: sexual adventurers in search of the next escapade!

The only way to find our was to go visit them, but we were invited for drinks at 5:00. It was only 11:00, so we had to wait six hours. It was tempting to roll into bed (or some other part of the house) to continue our romps, but we applied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved" ourselves for this evening. Not that we were absolutely chaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch, and went about our day, we both engaged in quick gropes and playful double-entendres. Much of the afternoon was spent reading on the deck. On your recommendation, I read "Vox," and you read my copy of "Delta of Venus" by Anais Nin -- I never leave home without it. Altogether, we got ourselves and each other very turned on, so that as the afternoon progressed, it became increasingly difficult to hold out for our visit to our neighbors.

In fact, by 4:00, we couldn't wait any longer. After all, they not only invited us for drinks, but also to "come by anytime" to borrow sun lotion, so we had an excuse to go on over. I dressed in a white super-lightweight cotton shift, and you wore drawstring pants and an sleeveless T-shirt that clung to your body, showing the bulging muscles of your chest and back, and even the nubs of your nipples. Barefoot and with great expectations (God, what if we had been wrong and they really were the 80 year olds! Well, people that age do have sex, so maybe that wouldn't be an issue), we strolled hand in hand down the beach to the third beach house. From the sand, it was obvious that it wasn't any old house. They had called it a villa, and it was at least that. The white stucco walls rose up to red tiled roof, enclosing a huge home that spoke of airy and restrained elegance. A lush hedge of iridescent bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as we walked along this boundary planting toward the steps from the beach to the lawn, we were entranced by the vivid flowers at our side. The hedge was quite thick, but occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view into the yard. Upon hearing some muffled laughter emanating from beyond the foliage, we stopped dead in our tracks and peeked through one of the gaps. What we saw was definitely not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in wheel chairs.

Between the villa and us was a big swimming pool, and between the pool and the hedge was some overstuffed sectional-style furniture covered with white vinyl. But that was not what caught our attention. It was the man and woman that were using the furniture as the stage for the show that they were unknowingly giving us. They were only 6 or 8 feet from our hidden position, and what we saw was a beautiful eyeful.

The woman -- this was of course Alice -- was nude, and she was stretched out face-down on the top edge of the couch. Her rear was directly over the end of the back, and her right foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of the couch. Her long left leg extended down to the grass next to the couch. Her hands reached far in front of her head, and this position displayed her well-tanned and muscular back and flanks. We could see one of her breast swelling out along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of straddling position that her tits made on the couch. Her jet black hair was long and glossy, and hung down toward the ground obscuring her face completely. Overall, she was obviously tall, trim, strong, ....and totally exposed. Her stance left her ass cheeks spread wide, and her cunt was open to our view. The radiant pink folds of flesh were damp and she was clean shaven except for a small patch of black hair that we could barely see on her mons. Was she ever ready!

What she was ready for was Joe. He was also naked, and he was squatting down next to an outdoor jacuzzi, hooking up a garden hose to a spigot that was part of the steaming tub. When he had it connected and turned on, he pulled the other end of the hose over to a spot right at the end of the couch, between Alice's open legs. When I saw him aim the stream of water at Alice's cunt, I shivered in sympathy for how the cold water would feel, but then I saw wisps of steam arising from the spraying water, and I realized that the water was coming from the jacuzzi and was over 100 degrees. And it was being directed all over Alice's cunt. For a moment, Joe teased her clitoris with the stream, and then he would play in over the long lips and vaginal opening, and he even allowed the rushing water to probe at her asshole. As he put his thumb over the tip of the hose, the stream of water became a more insistent spray that actually pushed her flesh around. We carefully observed as Alice willed the tense musculature of her rear end to relax, and as she did, the jet of water opened the tight collar of her asshole, so that we could see a shimmering black circle under the flowing water.

A spray of the water washed up and over her back, and then Joe pointed it back down to her clitoris, which had by now arisen from its hiding place in the folds of her cunt. First it was a slightly visible ridge, and gradually it grew to a prominent spike of hard flesh that pushed out almost an inch from it's hood. I had never seen one that was so much like a miniature cock, and her labia were also particularly big and dark. As they flopped around in the swirling water, they somehow reminded me of testicles hanging under the cock-like clitoris.

This scene was erotic enough, but the next thing that happened was even more unexpected. Joe inched further forward, and the tip of his erect cock pointed straight ahead like a missile in search of its target. The couch was the perfect height so that his cock head could make its inevitable rendezvous with Alice's open cunt, and he allowed it to be swallowed up into the hot and wet cavity. Of course, that wasn't the unusual part, it was what he did with the hose. Joe pulled the head around behind him and held the nozzle with his right hand resting under his ass. It was a little hard to see, but we could easily imagine where the jet of water was being trained: right onto the juncture of his cock and her cunt. In this fashion, the spray was simultaneously stimulating her distended clitoris and it also splattered onto his balls as well as the sensitive underside of his cock. As he began to rock back and forth on his feet, his cock plunged deeply into her cunt and then then out. The spray of water shot up and around his cock, and formed a kind of misty fountain of steaming spray. His left hand massaged up and down Alice's slick back, and she started to twist her head back and forth, flipping her wet black hair around in the edges of the halo of spray.

Even without the jet of water, the sawing of Joe's fat cock back and forth in Alice's cunt would have led them inevitably toward their orgasm. With the added stimulation of the spray, they reached simultaneous climaxes in only a few minutes, and at that point, they began to bounce and shimmy around, accompanied by their loud moans and grunts. Their athleticism was evident as their water-slickened muscles rippled and sparkled in the sunlight. Joe tipped his head back and shouted indecipherable chants and screams, and Alice reached down to grab her knees and pull her haunches up toward her head on either side of the couch.. Joe's ass cheeks flexed as he pumped a couple of spurts of his come into Alice, and then he dropped the hose and pulled his cock out and rested it up at the top of Alice's ass crease. We could see the wide pink head lying at the base of her spine, and several more thick gobs of come surges of his cream spread out into the small of her back. Joe took both of his hands and mixed the come with the water on her back, forming a massage lotion that he rubbed into her skin from her ass to her shoulders. And then he gripped her slippery ass cheeks and squeezed them inward, forming an enclosure through which he slid his diminishing erection a few times before pulling it our all the way.

As Alice slid off the back of the couch onto the cushions, and Joe tumbled forward into her arms, they both disappeared from out view. What was left was the soaking wet vinyl and the hissing hose as it continued to splash warm water onto the lawn.

We knew that we were going to like our hosts, they had shown us where their natural inclination ran! And it was almost 5:00, so we decided to go introduce ourselves.......