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Lucy spotted the first cactus flowers of the year as she walked out to check on her machines in the early morning. The blooms heralded coming of summer, which meant that she had been living with Logan for an entire season. Just yesterday, Haru had arrived from University for summer vacation, and a very excited Andy went off with him to camp in their old hideout while Haru tried some chemical experiments that Logan didn’t want in the house. That meant that this week, she and Logan had the whole house to themselves to celebrate their anniversary. They could do anything they wanted.
Closing her eyes, she pictured him…... naked…….the chiseled muscles of his chest and arms, the smattering of silver hair trailing down to……..ahhhhh. Lucy grinned. Everything about Logan was beautiful. His voice, his smile, his very soul. And the sex was great – really, really great. They had progressively pushed the boundaries of their lovemaking; discovering, experimenting, competing for ways to fuel each other’s passion. They had learned so many things about each other’s bodies that Lucy became aroused just hearing his footsteps when he returned home at night.
The one thing they hadn’t done was visit the Blue Moon on Tuesday nights. Because on Tuesdays, the Blue Moon became a private club. It was for adults only - consenting adults.
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When Lucy first arrived in Sandrock two years ago, she began to notice something odd. Every Tuesday, some of the locals wore bikinis or swim trunks all day. After a few weeks, she asked Unsuur what was going on; there was no water to bathe in, so why in the Free World did people dress in swimwear? Her question elicited a strange reaction: Unsuur turned bright red, rubbing his wrist and looking down at the ground. He mumbled something about Justice and a late patrol, then hurried away.
Later that evening, as she was picking up some dinner at the Blue Moon, she saw Justice talking to Owen at the counter, and quickly took a seat next to them.
“Hey! Can I ask you guys something? What’s the deal with the swimsuits? I asked Unsuur about it and he got really uncomfortable.”
Justice grimaced and looked down at his drink, but Owen responded with a wide grin, “Well, I guess it’s about time you learned about this particular tradition. You see Lucy, Sandrock can be a mighty boring place, and we wanted to do something to liven things up; something that would keep people interested in living here. So we started a little game. Every Tuesday night, you might say that we turn Sandrock into Sexrock.”
“What?” Lucy’s mouth fell open. “What do you mean?”
Owen slid a glass of Yakmel milk over to her. “Here, this one’s on the house. Got a few minutes?”
“Oh, absolutely!”, Lucy replied. “I’m not going anywhere!”
Owen leaned over the counter and quietly started reciting the rules of Blue Moon Tuesdays.
“Every Tuesday, after 9pm, the saloon becomes a place for adults only. Any patron who wants to participate has to wear a bikini or bathing trunks, and everyone who walks in, including the staff, consents to be touched anywhere by anyone. In turn, they can touch anyone, and in any manner they like, for as long as they both like. But there are rules. The small amount of clothes you do wear can never be taken off completely. You can move them around, but they have to stay on the body. Actual copulation is not allowed, nor is the infliction of any real pain. Otherwise, everyone can let their imaginations – and their inclinations - run free.”
Lucy felt her entire face turn red, her mouth still hanging open. She snapped it shut as Owen continued.
“If someone wants to join in on a Tuesday night, they have to put on a bikini or a pair of trunks on Tuesday morning, and wear them all day. That way people know who’s going to be at the Blue Moon that evening.“ Owen laughed, “I can’t tell you how many people have rushed back home to change when they see that Amira is wearing her bikini on a Tuesday morning!”
“Of course, there are some people you shouldn’t talk to about this; the Church tried to stop it, but they’ve had to turn a blind eye, and poor Burgess spends entire Tuesdays hiding in Water World. The mayor just put her hands over her ears when we first explained what we were doing, and of course, the kids don’t know, but a LOT of people have tried out Blue Moon Tuesdays since we started 3 years ago – you’d be surprised!”
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Lucy never did get around to attending a Blue Moon Tuesday. She really hadn’t been confident in her sexuality when she first moved to Sandrock, so she made sure she stayed clear of the saloon on those special nights. Logan hadn’t gone either. He had been an outlaw for almost the entire run of Blue Moon Tuesdays, and after he returned to Sandrock neither he nor Lucy needed or wanted any outside stimulation. But now she had an idea. An idea that just might expand on what they already had together. An idea that made her squirm deliciously in her seat.
She had always been attuned to what turned Logan on, and even way back when she first started working with the “gang” she had noticed that his eyes followed Grace whenever she left a room. It was subtle, lasting only a few seconds, but it was enough to tell Lucy that Logan thought Grace’s behind was pretty damn sexy. And Grace would definitely be working at the Blue Moon on Tuesdays.
So when Logan came home that evening, Lucy was waiting at the door, dressed to celebrate their “alone” time in a sheer little shirt and a black lace thong. Her nipples were hard from the evening’s cold and poked prominently through the tight white top as it pulled against her full breasts. She slowly, sensuously rubbed them against his hard chest, bringing her right hand up and presenting him with a single mountain rose. Kissing his neck, she whispered in his ear.
“Happy First Season Anniversary, my love. I’ve been thinking about giving you a very special present to mark the occasion.”
Logan reached out and grabbed her ass with both hands. He bent down to nip her lower lip as he squeezed her luscious globes and smiled, “I got all the presents I need right here in my hands, darlin’.”
Laughing, Lucy broke away, locking the door and pulling him towards the couch, while Logan tossed the rose on a table and started to unbuckle his belts. They fell to the floor with a metallic clunk as he loosened his leg guards and kicked them aside.
“Come sit, Logan. I have an idea that I’d like to talk to you about.”
He let himself be dragged onto the couch as he tried to reach under her shirt. “I’m not sure I want to do much talkin’ right now, but okay, lover, I’m all yours.”
Lucy put her hand on his thigh and squeezed. “You do know that I want to give you the most pleasure I possibly can, don’t you?”
Logan grabbed her and roughly pulled her onto his lap, sliding a big, calloused hand under her thong. “I know that I am the luckiest man in Sandrock, and you know that I want to do the same for you,” he said, gently moving his fingers down to reach her soft pussy. He found it already slick with her arousal and hummed in approval as he began to make little circles around her lips with his middle finger.
“I’d like us to go to a Blue Moon Tuesday.”
Logan stopped moving and his eyes opened wide. ‘What do ya mean – what for?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Ya know I do.”
“Then I’d like us to go there this Tuesday, and if you trust me enough to do exactly what I say, I think I can guarantee you the best time you’ve ever had.” Lucy put her hand over the growing bulge in Logan’s pants, looked up at him from under her lashes and asked, “Will you give it a try just this once?”
“Aw, hell darlin’, anything for you.” His voice broke as she used her palm to massage his hardening cock through the rough material of his work pants. “But wearin’ just a pair of trunks all day in my line of work ain’t exactly a smart move.”
“I think we both deserve a day off, don’t you? It’ll be a real holiday. And I promise I’ll keep you occupied until the evening.” Lucy unbuttoned Logan’s pants and pulled down the zipper as she wiggled out of his lap and slid down to her knees in front of him. She pulled out his thick cock and flicked its engorged tip with her tongue.
As she took him into her mouth, Logan threw back his head and groaned.
“Okay, you got me convinced.”
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Lucy wore the tiniest pink bikini top and a matching bikini panty set low on her hips. A short see-through flounce at the back of the panties played peek-a-boo with her sexy little bottom. The outfit showed off her full breasts, slim waist, firm buttocks and long legs, and was driving Logan mad. They took the prerequisite Tuesday morning walk to let people know they were coming, but he had a real problem with the way his soft jersey trunks kept tenting out in front of him every time he looked her way. What made it worse was that the “regulation trunks” for Blue Moon Tuesdays were zipperless, so that the fly was just an open flap held closed by a tied cord at the top.
He practically dragged her across the train tracks on their way back home, barely making it through the door of the workshop before he took her up against the wall, instigating a session that lasted off and on until early afternoon. They spent their water rations on a long, leisurely bath together, gathered their scattered swimwear, and got dressed again. After a light dinner with a glass of wine and some necessary fondling, it was time to go.
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Lucy and Logan held hands as they entered the Blue Moon just after 9pm. The saloon already had a number of customers in the booths and at the bar. The air was filled with a combination of light music, laughter and soft moans. Owen came around the counter to deliver a tray of drinks to a table with his substantial cock already semi-erect, protruding from the fly of his blue shorts. As he passed Mi-an, sitting on a bar stool in a modest white bikini, she reached out and stroked him with one hand, giggling like a schoolgirl. Owen’s member immediately stood to attention, and he looked down at her and grinned, “Want to finish what you started, Mi-an?”
Red faced, Mi-an saluted him with her whisky glass and giggled again, “Maybe later.”
Lucy looked around and found Grace, who was wearing a peach bikini bra and the tiniest string bottom. Her figure, both athletic and voluptuous, was shown off to its absolute advantage. As she bent over a table to wipe it clean, Lucy felt Logan’s hand tighten around hers. He had seen Grace and was desperately trying not to stare at her scantily clad ass. Lucy looked down and saw a pretty good size tent forming once again in Logan’s trunks.
Smiling, she brushed her hand over the tent, pressing lightly against his bulge, and reached up to bring Logan’s ear to her lips. “Let’s get a booth and wait for Grace to come over and wait on us.” He looked a little surprised, but nodded in agreement.
As they slid together on one side of a secluded booth, Lucy whispered again. “Now remember, if you do what I say, when I say it, I guarantee you won’t be sorry”. Logan turned to her and frowned, but replied, “Whatever you want, darlin’.”
Lucy gently kneaded Logan’s thigh under the table and rubbed her body against his powerful chest while they waited for Grace. It didn’t take long before the waitress sauntered towards their booth. She had to stop for a minute to let Rian squeeze her breast and watch him turn to Dan-bi to squeeze hers. “Can’t tell which I like better,” he cackled.
“Idiot,” said Grace under her breath.
Lucy whispered to Logan, ‘Okay, when Grace reaches the table, slide your hand up her thigh and grab her ass.”
Logan blinked and his eyebrows shot up. He started to lift his hand, then hesitated and dropped it back down. Lucy whispered urgently into his ear while caressing his upper thigh, “Fondle that gorgeous ass of hers, Logan, I know you want to. I know she’ll like it, she thinks you’re hot.”
He started for a second, looked at Lucy, then turned and lifted his hand to catch the back of Grace’s leg, gently moving her against the table. He ran his hand up her thigh and on to her half-naked ass, cupping one cheek, then squeezing the other. Grace leaned back into his hand and wiggled. A tiny bead of sweat appeared on his upper lip, and his eyes went wide.
“Now hold her upper arm with your other hand and gently bend her over towards the tabletop.”
Logan was quicker this time, and without much hesitation he encouraged Grace to bend down onto the table, which made her tiny bikini bottom ride up and her ass stick out, exposing almost all of her creamy-white behind. While Grace willingly propped herself up on her elbows, Logan started to squeeze and knead her pliant flesh, passing his hand under her ass to brush her thinly covered crotch as he moved from one firm globe to another. Every time he brushed her core, she made a little moaning sound and squirmed, making her big tits jiggle in their skimpy top. Logan’s eyes went straight to her breasts as they bulged out of the bra, bouncing with every little jerk of Grace’s hips.
“That bikini top is so flimsy, sweetheart. If you pull the straps down a bit, I bet you can yank it down and let those tits hang free.” Lucy blew in his ear and nipped his earlobe, lightly dragging her teeth down his neck. She ran her fingernails lightly over his shaft, which had started to push out of his fly into the open air.
In a haze, Logan turned to her and shook his head as if to clear it. She had never seen his eyes so wide, not even when they had been surprised by a mega tunnel worm. He continued to squeeze and fondle Grace’s wiggling ass with one hand as he slowly moved the other to her shoulders and carefully pulled down each of her straps. Licking his dry lips, he groaned and reached for her breasts, running the flat of his hand all over her exposed cleavage. He flexed his fingers, hooked them around the front of her bra, and pulled. The bra fell down several inches, and her ample breasts hung free, nearly touching the table. Grace gasped and arched her back, her nipples hardening.
“Go ahead, sweetheart, touch them – play with them.”
By this time, the crotch of Lucy’s own bikini was soaking wet. She adjusted herself so that her pussy made direct contact with the cushioned seat, and began dragging herself against it in little circles, enjoying the feel of the rough material against her inflamed lips. Logan was playing with Grace’s tits, going back and forth from one to the other, rolling the nipples, holding and squeezing. He was palming Grace’s ass with his other hand, using his pinkie and ring finger to press into the soaked crotch of her bikini bottom. Still propped up on her elbows, Grace made a moaning sound deep in her throat. Her legs spread open and she started rolling her hips against the side of table. With the movements of her lower body, her heavy breasts began slapping back and forth against Logan’s hand.
Lucy looked down at Logan’s member, rock hard and sticking straight out against the underside of the table. She reached over and grabbed it at the base, squeezing her thumb and forefinger in an effort prolong his hard-on and slow him down. He closed his eyes and shuddered.
She whispered to him again, “Take some deep breaths, my love…. some nice deep breaths…. Calm down, and then stand up - but keep one of your hands on her ass so that she doesn’t move. Grace needs to calm down too. Why don’t you help her focus by giving that lovely ass a few good spanks? Then you can pull down her bikini bottoms to her lower thighs. That will make her bring her legs together again.”
Logan groaned and grunted in acknowledgement but couldn’t seem to stop what he was doing. He kept fondling Grace’s breasts and rubbing her pussy, watching her arch and squirm as he looked dazedly back and forth from one hand to the other. Finally, and with great effort, he pulled himself together, took a deep breath, and stood up on shaky legs. Finding his balance, he moved slowly out of the booth and positioned himself behind Grace. His member stood erect and out of his shorts, bobbing back and forth. His brawny chest was covered in a sweaty sheen and the muscles in his bare arms flexed as he clenched his hands and opened them again. He took another deep breath, ran his hand over her squirming ass, and placed it on Grace’s lower back.
“I’m fixin’ to spank you now, Grace.” His voice was like gravel. “You gonna be okay with that?”
Grace inhaled sharply and let out a low hum. She nodded.
A muscle twitched in Logan’s jaw. Bracing his legs, he ran his hand over her nearly naked bottom. Suddenly, he drew back and slapped her right butt cheek, leaving a pink mark on her delicate skin. Groaning, Grace tried to buck, but Logan held her steady, gently pressing her hips into the table. He ran his hand over her ass again, tracing the line between her cheeks and running his fingers along her lower lips as Grace whimpered softly. He took another shuddering breath and drew back once more – SMACK – and again – SMACK. Grace groaned and spread her legs wider, her pert, round butt fighting to move against Logan’s hand. Her cheeks were now a healthy shade of pink, and Logan could see her juices start to drip down one thigh. Soothing her irritated globes with one palm, he rubbed her lower back with the other before he drew back and spanked her one last time, aiming for the lower part of her ass and catching her soaked pussy – SMACK. Grace hissed and bucked up as hard as she could, arching her back and lifting her head, unable to squirm with Logan pressing her hips firmly against the table. She collapsed on top of the table, arms spread out on either side, her exposed breasts smashed against the tabletop, panting and moaning.
“Logan, sweetheart, maybe you should tell Grace to take some deep breaths, and then you can finish doing what I told you to do.”
Logan couldn’t find his voice at first, but he finally managed to rasp, “Grace honey, take some deep breaths, ‘cause I reckon we ain’t finished yet. You okay?”
After a few moments Grace nodded, sensuously stretching her arms above her head as she tried to slow her breathing down. Logan removed his hand from her back to coax her legs together, and she began grinding herself needily against the side of the table, whining in gratified relief. When he pressed his hand back between her hips, she huffed in protest, but he held her steady as he hooked the fingers of his other hand into the string top of her tiny bikini pants. His rock-hard cock hovered over her ass as he bent down to lower her pants, slowly easing them over her pink cheeks a few inches at a time, first one side, then the other.
Suddenly, Owen appeared at his side. He had clearly been watching them; his massive dick was standing straight as an arrow against his shorts, pre-cum glistening on its tip.
“Listen, since you folks have never been here before, I’m just going to remind you of the rules. They are unbreakable, no matter how riled up you get. Clothes stay on the body, and no actual intercourse.”
With Grace moaning face down on the table, tits out and ass in the air, and Logan’s exposed cock waving in the breeze while he stripped her pants down, it was easy to see why Owen thought that Logan was getting ready to plough right into her. Lucy spoke up from the back of the booth, where she was still shamelessly rubbing herself against the cushion. “Don’t worry Owen, we know the rules, and that’s not what we have planned. Would you like to sit and watch?”
Owen smiled, then chuckled, pointing down to his trunks, “It’s a tempting invitation, but y’all are the reason that I need to find someone who will take care of this before I have to serve any more drinks. Alright Grace, I guess I’ll have to cover for you a little longer…. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Grace turned her head a bit and said very clearly, “Go away, Owen!”
Owen laughed as he walked away, “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you enjoy a Tuesday so much.”
During the entire conversation, Logan hadn’t said a word, standing stock-still with his hand on Grace’s hips. As he turned his attention back to the bikini bunched up halfway down her luscious ass, he looked up and met Lucy’s eyes. Lucy read a dozen unspoken thoughts in those eloquent blue eyes: he was profoundly, ferociously aroused, but bewildered and a just a little scared of himself. How did she know? How could she know how much he would enjoy this, love this? His eyes darkened with appreciation as he saw how excited Lucy was. His gaze moved down to her flushed face and rosy parted lips, past her swaying breasts to her soaking wet pussy still gyrating slowly against the cushion. He took it all in, and then he looked back up at her. His beautiful eyes had turned fierce. Fierce with longing, with admiration, with yearning – for her. She was suddenly aware that no matter how much, how deeply he was turned on, at that very moment it was her body he really wanted on that table, almost naked, squirming and moaning and offering her ass up to his mercy. She felt it so strongly that it shot into her very core, heating her with a throbbing intensity. She knew now that he had allowed himself to let go in this very public place, under these strangest of circumstances because she was there, by his side. And as she held his gaze, her eyes expressing an unrelenting urgency, she slowly pushed her hand into her bikini panties and began rubbing her sodden, swollen pussy. His eyes flashed and moved down to her crotch. She pulled her flimsy panties to one side, opening her legs wide so that he could clearly see everything that she was doing. Parting her folds, she rubbed her clit with her thumb and began rocking her hips back and forth. Then, very slowly and very deliberately, eyes locked on his, she slid two fingers into herself, quietly moaning as she started to move them in tandem with her hips.
“Do this to Grace, lover,” She whispered, her voice raw, “Do to her what I’m doing to myself.”
Logan closed his eyes and let out a primal growl as his cock got impossibly hard. He yanked Grace’s pants down to her knees, took the globes of her ass in each hand, and pulled them apart to open her dripping cunt to the air. Rubbing her juices on one calloused finger, he circled her lips and then plunged his finger in, dragging it slowly and purposefully back and forth. Grace jerked and whimpered, and he quickly slid a second finger in, scissoring and curving his fingers to rub against her tight, wet walls as he moved his hand in and out. Grace bit down on her lower lip and gripped the edge of the table to stop from screaming. She began writhing on the table, her big, naked tits and taut belly sliding and rocking all over its surface.
He looked back up at Lucy, who yanked her top down so hard a strap broke and the whole thing pooled around her waist. She was propped up in the corner of the booth, eyes locked on his, lips swollen with desire and legs spread as she moved her fingers inside herself. She offered her breasts to him, arching her back and pulling at her nipple. Squirming and rocking her hips, her gorgeous tits sticking out and bouncing up and down, she started talking softly to him.
“Flip her over sweetheart, my love, move her body up onto that table and come sit down next to me.” She closed her eyes for a moment, and then continued, “Put your fingers in her and use your wonderful thumb on her clit. Make her come, you know what to do; finish her off; you do it so well, my love.”
Logan’s eyes turned wild; he had to summon all of his willpower and restraint to flip Grace over without hurting her. He had to lower his erection down under the table to sit in the booth as Lucy slid tightly against him. Grace was still moaning and bucking as he pushed his ring and middle fingers into her. His thumb pressed circles against her sensitive nub while his curved fingers moved back and forth, searching for her g-spot. When he hit it, Grace squealed and almost bucked herself off the table. She began a steady groan, her head rocking back and forth, exposed breasts slapping as she violently rolled her hips against his fingers. Lucy reached over into Logan’s lap and tried to grab the base of his enormous erection again. As she leaned forward, Logan turned toward Lucy with a deep feral growl. Using his free hand, he shoved her back against the seat, pushing her to the corner of the booth while he continued to move his fingers inside Grace. He ran his big hand all over Lucy’s body, pressing into her flesh, rubbing and grabbing, and pulling at her clothes as if he wanted to tear her apart. Logan ran his hand roughly across her breasts, squeezing her hot flesh and pulling at her nipples before moving down her body to find her soaking core. He slammed his fingers into her as she bucked up and groaned, expertly moving his calloused fingertips directly to the spot that he knew so well – the spot that would drive her wild - and began rubbing mercilessly. This time it was Lucy who had to bite her lip to contain her screams as she rode his hand hard and fast.
Lucy came in seconds, a guttural moan sounding deep in her throat as she grabbed Logan’s wrist with both hands to keep him inside while she spasmed over his fingers. He looked over at her and knew that if he lived to be a hundred, he would never see anything sexier: her beautiful hair a mess, skin shining with sweat, her red lips bitten and swollen with lust, the nipples on her heaving breasts still hard with desire, her clothes almost torn away, and her legs wide open while she gripped his hand to hold it tight inside her.
Logan’s attention was ripped away from Lucy as his searingly painful erection became impossible to ignore. His balls ached and his cock was agonizingly hard. Trembling, he gently extracted his hand from her warm, slick cunt. She grunted in protest, and he raked his fingernails down her thigh before turning his attention to Grace. He had to make her come, and soon. He was afraid to touch himself while touching anyone else, afraid that he would lose complete control; he couldn’t see straight. Grabbing one of her jiggling breasts, he teased and twisted her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. As she bucked faster and harder, he slid a third finger inside and dragged his thick digits back and forth against her dripping walls, while his thumb teased the tiny bundle of nerves at her core.
Logan felt like he was going to explode when Lucy suddenly ducked under the table and kneeled between his legs, grabbing his cock and sucking his engorged glans into her mouth. She relished the feeling of his ridge as she swirled the flat of her tongue around it, lapping the dripping precum off his tip, and sucking his length into her mouth. Logan arched back against his seat, letting out a thunderous groan. He let go of Grace’s breast and grabbed the hair on the top of Lucy’s head. She gently palmed his balls as she slid his dick out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop, looked up at him and said, “Go ahead love, pump into me. Do it – give it to me hard, I want it.”
She quickly sucked him back in and swallowed as Logan let out a keening moan. He started riding her mouth, his hand moving inside Grace with the same rhythm. He was fighting for some semblance of control, trying not to hurt either woman, but desperately needed his release from the longest and most powerful erection he had ever experienced. He barely noticed when Grace came, screaming and banging against the table almost as loudly as Logan was banging against the back of his seat.
Lucy swallowed him as far as she could, tongue against his shaft. His tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged as he pulled out. She coiled a hand around his base, slick with her saliva, and lay her tongue flat in her mouth as she sucked his shaft in until her lips met her fingers. He started pounding in and out of her mouth, balls slapping against the side of her hand, his head thrown back, clutching her hair with both hands in a death grip. When his climax finally came, he saw stars. It ripped through his entire body, sending shocks across his groin, up his chest, and down into his thighs. Rope after rope of cum erupted from his cock and down Lucy’s throat as she held him inside her mouth, reaching out to pull his body closer with both of her hands tightly around his hips.
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Lucy slowly became aware of her surroundings. The music had been turned way up, most likely to hide the increasingly lewd sounds being made all over the Blue Moon. She kissed his spent cock as he moved out of her mouth, rubbing her cheek against the whispery soft curls surrounding it and inhaling the scent of his sex. Reaching up to put her hand on Logan’s chest, Lucy could feel the rapid beating of his heart. He was breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. He covered her hand with his, and after a few moments, he reached down and pulled her up from under the table and into his lap.
Logan crushed his lips against hers, squeezing her so hard she could barely breathe. He peppered her face and neck with kisses, then held her head close to his chest and let out a deep sigh, “Aint’ got no words, darlin’…………..ain’t got no words.”
She nuzzled into him and wrapped one arm around his waist. A gentle snore came from somewhere in front of them.
They both looked over at Grace, who was wrecked, hair covering her eyes, lying on her side with her arms over her breasts and her ass completely exposed, bikini bottom somewhere below her knees and legs half off the table. She was sound asleep.
Arvio wandered by with cocktail in one hand, Catching sight of Grace, he stopped dead and stared in wonder. He timidly reached out to run his hand over Grace’s bare ass, caressing her cheeks appreciatively. He looked up at Logan, who was cradling Lucy as he languidly traced one of her aureoles with his finger.
Wide-eyed, hand still on Grace’s ass, Arvio exclaimed happily, “I’ve always wanted to do this! You have nooooo idea!”
The noise roused Grace who, blinking furiously, moved his hand away and started to sit up, pulling her bra back in place. She hopped off the table and bent down to pull up her bikini pants while Arvio stepped back to enjoy the view. She sent him a very direct look, which made him blush bright red, and he turned and walked away. Clearing her throat and squaring her shoulders, she patted her hair, turned back to the table, gave Logan and Lucy an enormous grin and said,
“What can I get you two?”