The Open Room ....
There was a Open Room at the .....venue. There was a lounge facing onto a set of mattresses on the floor. When Peter and Paula walked in, there were some people on the floor and some more on the lounge. People were fondling each other, chatting, looking at the others doing the same thing. The women, some on their backs, others on their sides, were stretching out legs and arms languorously like cats in the sun, some of the men were clearly ready to go, their hands sliding across the women's bodies, kneading and squeezing gently. There was a lot of writhing and kissing, most in couples, some in threesomes, some swapping for a while. Some quiet laughter and giggling at private jokes...lots of warm pink and white flesh, a variety of interesting shapes and sizes ....

Peter and Paula like to watch as a warm up, so they stood facing "the action", Peter behind her, fondling her breasts under her flimsy shawl covering. She is quite small, only reaching his shoulder. After a few minutes, he slid his hand into her lacy pants, to find her warm and juicy. He gently took her pants down to her ankles, and removed the shawl, leaving her naked except for a thin golden chain around her waist. The spectators were looking at them as part of the Action, though they were the only ones standing Peter, confident to be naked and visibly aroused, finds it even more exciting to "stand out' a little from the crowd, sometimes!

One of the women, rather large but very voluptuous, with the body of an experienced Mother, quietly rose from the floor, giving her man a rest, and without a word approached Paula, reaching out with both hands to cup her breasts. The woman dropped to her knees, sinking her face into Paula's small, very white breasts, kissing and licking them so confidently and with evident pleasure, while Peter continued fondling Paula's hips from behind. He reached down and around her, to the other woman's ample breasts, taking a gentle handful and squeezing lightly. Like Dutch cheeses, he thought to himself round, ample, smooth, densely heavy, nourishing.... His cock was standing up hard and vertical, pressed into Paula's warm back, ready and eager, relishing how he would enter her soon enough.

After a few minutes, the other woman lay back down, legs wide apart, and her partner resumed kissing and caressing her. Peter motioned to Paula to take to the mattress, and she lay down on her side. He knelt beside her, reaching out to caress her. The man from another couple also touched her, with the rough hands of a carpenter, she said, but it was still pleasurable, while his partner, a solid yet still attractive and characterful woman, watched with a friendly smile. Peter took a turn at Paula's breasts and mouth, kissing her deeply with his tongue, all the while very aware of the admiring looks and murmurs from the spectators and the other "actors". He reached out to her knees, to open her, and found her very willing, parting her legs easily and rising above her to mount her. But not quite yet to enter her! Sitting back on his heels, he handled her, rubbing his hands slowly but strongly over her hip bones and the warm softness of her pussy, all the while calmly enjoying the vivid spectacle all around, as the four or five couples continued with their different and very evident pleasures.

One woman next to them, a slim tall youngster, perhaps a little shy, responded with a warm and willing hand when Peter brushed against her accidentally as she kissed her own man. Soon, she asked Peter if she could touch Paula, too maybe she thought they were "ready to go" and didn't want to interrupt ! Anyway, she came over for a few minutes, kissing at Paula's little sweet apples as the first woman had before, rhythmically sliding across their bodies, her firm brown breasts, larger than Paula's, gently bobbing and hanging down like soft pyramids, as her own man caressed her lovely bottom and thighs from behind. Peter opened his mouth to her, and she gave him a good taste of her breast, pressing a firm, rosy nipple to his lips....

The Open Room : Pt 2

When this woman returned to her man, lying on her back and reaching for his cock to guide him to enter her, Peter was ready to do the same for Paula. He lay his full length across her little body, feeling the strong warmth from that small frame, her legs spread wide with her thighs gripping at his sides. Rising up on his arms, his pelvis connected with hers, and his cock found its way so easily right into her without the slightest resistance, so juicy was she ! He pushed gently into her at first, careful not to hit her cervix, making her breasts quiver like sweet white jellies. She thrust back at him, sinking him further into her juiciness. He felt his body lose itself in her, as she seemed to swallow his cock into herself, taking him to that feeling of infinity a woman's body gives, where he could no longer tell where he ended and she began, conscious only of her generous warmth..
All around, there were sighs and murmurs of the same sensations between the others, as the men one by one entered the different women, except for one woman on top who slid herself down - so slowly - onto the man's waiting erection, her head back, moaning softly, her breasts hanging and jiggling before her, as though with a mind of their own.

And so, one by one they wriggled and writhed, in and out of each other, then re entering, over and over. Most of the women, and some of the men, moaned in their pleasure. Some of the spectators, more adventurous now, began to fondle each other more vigorously. The couples sometimes changed places, the women sometimes on top, then below, gripping the men with their thighs, some voluptuous, some thin, but all very beautiful in their unashamed naturalness. Some reached out to other couples, some responded with a hand or a mouth or a breast.

Peter could tell that Paula was ready to come as she squirmed under him. He was ready too, and felt himself reach the point of no return. Rising up on his arms and thrusting wildly, he surrendered to his body, bucking and pushing into her, his neck & head curling back. As he lost control, climbing the stairs of ecstasy, he groaned deeply several times, feeling his exploding juice running wildly into her, she moaned quietly, grinding her pelvis against his, then falling back breathless as he collapsed panting on top of her.

Peter rolled over to face her sideways, hands running up and down her body, patting her with gratitude. They kissed each other's faces, then fell blissfully back, oblivious of all around them