Come-In (Part 5)
(Continued from Part 4)
In the sculpture garden beside the museum, morning sun spilled over the high cypress hedge and bathed the grass and bright marble in gold. Among the sculptures, spread out on blankets and bare ground, lounging and standing and kneeling, were some 300 masturbating people.
Venus watched approvingly from her perch atop the museum as the current slipped past the River Steps.
Quinn walked through the crowd, weaving among picnic blankets and small circles of standing people. Each person was masturbating, most slowly and casually, some tentatively, a few already with enthusiasm. She had stopped to undress once she was out of sight of her sister Nora, and had stashed the black racerback and leggings in her canvas bag. Being naked in front of all these people gave Quinn a deep and satisfying thrill — she had never seen so many aroused people in her life, and to have them glance at her as she passed was hugely exciting. As she wandered toward the River Steps in search of her companions, she dodged a man’s reciprocating elbow, a woman’s beautiful bare foot outstretched on the grass with toes tightly curled. The warmth of her own arousal pulsed gently between her thighs as she walked.
Lena was sitting back on her heels with knees folded beneath her. She and Margot had found a cozy spot nestled into a crescent of flowers to undress and make themselves comfortable. She had a hand casually between her thighs as she watched the string quartet continue to play at the center of the garden. Each of the students was now visibly aroused as people of all ages masturbated around them.
“They’re doing a pretty good job staying focused,” Margot said, following her friend’s gaze to the violist’s rigidly vertical erection. Margot was sitting cross-legged beside Lena on the soft blanket. A frond of feather grass tickled the side of her breast as she gently, almost absentmindedly, caressed herself between her legs.
“Ooh, there’s Quinn!” Lena exclaimed, springing to her feet and raising a hand to wave.
Quinn hurried naked across the grass and caught Lena in a hug. Her friend’s bare skin felt hot against hers.
“So you’ve started then?” Quinn asked, noticing Lena’s moist fingertips and flushed chest. She smiled at Margot, still seated cross-legged on the blanket, and reached out to squeeze her outstretched hand. Quinn felt another thrill as Margot, her sister’s beautiful and elegant boss at the hotel, looked her up and down.
“We have started, just. You should join us,” Margot said with a smile, cupping a breast as she returned the other hand to its place between her thighs.
Quinn squeezed between her two friends and sat on the soft blanket. She spread her legs and felt a warm wave of excitement rise to her chest as both Lena & Margot looked down at her pussy. Her rosy nipples stiffened as she pressed a palm to her mound.
“Oh my gosh, I am so horny right now,” she said, closing her eyes but still feeling her friends’ gazes. Possibly others as well.
“There you go honey,” Lena said, looking down at Quinn’s smooth feet and periwinkle nails. “You’ll catch up with us in no time.” She placed a hand on the soft inside of the girl’s ankle as she rocked an index finger casually against herself.
Lena glanced over at Margot, who was looking toward the far end of the River Steps as she pulled lightly on a stiff peach nipple. There on a low stone balustrade sat Luc & Tati. The young man cupped his substantial balls as he ran a finger slowly up the underside of his thick erection.
“Do you feel self-conscious?” Asami asked as she worked a hand steadily against herself.
“Not really,” Nora replied, working herself in time. She did feel the same familiar butterflies as the early minutes of a dance recital, but the feeling was balanced by the overwhelming arousal of masturbating in such close proximity to Asami, in the midst of such a big crowd.
The women were sitting with their backs against the cool marble of the sculpture. Nora’s thigh crossed Asami’s so the woman’s knuckles brushed the top of her knee. Asami had an arm around Nora’s shoulders, and the supple outer curves of their breasts pressed together.
“Oh my gosh, hello you two!” Janie exclaimed as she and Em, completely naked, rounded the sculpture.
“Hello dears!” Asami said, raising the hand from her lap to wave the girls over. “You all know each other I imagine?”
“We do,” Nora said, blushing deeply. She knew Em & Janie from the Celandine patio, where they came for music and people-watching on weekends. Unknown to the girls, she had also overheard their morning lovemaking at the Glade the summer before. Now here she was, naked and masturbating in the embrace of their college pottery teacher.
“It’s nice to see you two,” Nora said with a warm smile. In spite of her embarrassment, she was excited by the encounter.
“Can we join you?”
Nora looked at Asami, who rolled her eyes and nodded. “Of course you can, but not a word about it in the studio next week!”
The two naked young women squeezed onto the open edge of the wool blanket spread over the grass and promptly started masturbating. Em & Nora exchanged a smile as Em’s toes touched Nora’s smooth calf. Neither of them pulled away.
“You two look absolutely beautiful,” Janie said, watching as Asami & Nora resumed their work. She twirled a finger around her stiffening nipples and leaned against Em.
Down on the wide River Steps, Bri kneeled on a pink yoga mat amid the tight semicircle her students had formed around her. She had two fingers inside herself and clutched a plump breast in her other hand. Her attention was expertly divided between her own pleasure and that of her masturbating students.
“Oh that’s lovely, you are all doing great,” she said between heavy breaths, cheeks and chest flushed. “Now let’s take a breather and share some thoughts.”
She moved gracefully to sit cross-legged as her students stopped masturbating and followed her lead. The man in his 40s let go of his long, stiff erection and looked up from it reluctantly. The young woman next to him brought her knees together and rocked forward to sit upright, her pale breasts wobbling firmly. Next to her, a woman in her 60s rose from all fours to lean against her husband’s shoulder and glanced down at his curved erection. He let go to press his arm against the side of her large, heavy breast. Chests heaving, they and the others looked to Bri, their guide and teacher.
“Let’s go around and share one detail of how our bodies are feeling in this experience,” she said, slowing her breath. “I’ll start. Right now, I feel a warm, pulsing sensation in my pussy. I can tell that if I keep doing what I’m doing, I will have an intense orgasm.”
She looked to her left, where a man in his mid 30s sat on a folded towel.
“I feel pretty good,” he said, looking from Bri down to his short, thick erection standing against the smooth folds of his belly. “Seeing you all do it too feels really exciting.”
“Lovely,” Bri said with an encouraging smile. “I would say the feeling is mutual.”
Next the young woman with pale breasts spoke. “I also feel a lot of warmth in my… around my… my pussy.” She pronounced the word like it was her first time saying it aloud. “And my boobs feel really sensitive. I like it.”
Bri nodded with a smile and looked to the man pressing his arm against his wife’s breasts. “And you?”
“Well I’d say I’m having a good wank,” he said with a chuckle. “And having all these beautiful ladies around sure does make me stiff.” He looked directly at Bri’s bare chest as he rubbed his upper arm against his wife’s breast. She sighed amorously beside him.
“I’m having a nice time too,” the woman said with a sparkle. “I close my eyes and listen to all the horny sounds, and I think I could finish just from that.”
“I know what you mean,” Bri said, rocking in agreement. She looked to the man in his 40s with the impressive length.
“I’m feeling a lot of pleasure in my hard penis right now,” he said, looking back down at it. “And when I stroke my hand up and down the shaft, I can tell I’m not far from ejaculating a big load of hot semen.”
“It sounds like you’re really enjoying the details of the sensation,” Bri said, looking down his length to a pair of full, low-hanging balls. Last, and immediately to her right, was a young woman who worked at the Wellness Center. She had participated in one of Bri’s recent masturbation workshops, so was versed in the ways of the circle.
“I’m just enjoying the feeling of the sun on my tits,” the girl said, trailing her fingertips over a heavy but perky breast to circle an erect nipple. “And my pussy is feeling absolutely incredible. I’m going to come so hard.”
“That’s perfect,” Bri said, looking down at the girl’s soft belly and tidy patch of pubic hair. “I’m absolutely loving that for you.”
Bri looked around the semicircle at the flushed cheeks and horny gazes. “I bet you’re all ready to get back to it. I know I am!”
“How are you feeling?” Jule asked quietly, her voice heavy with pleasure.
“Oh my gosh, so good,” Ash replied, tipping her forehead to rest against Jule’s. She smiled and fluttered her lashes in the small private space they had carved out amid the crowd. “You?”
“Yeah, good too.” Jule had her middle two fingers buried up to the second knuckle and was kneading the heel of her hand against her clit. She bit her lip as she watched Ash spread to tease her opening with a slick fingertip.
Ash had realized shortly after their meeting that it was Jule she had watched skinny dip with a friend from across the river the previous summer. She kept it to herself.
“I can’t believe how into your tits I am,” Ash whispered, almost moaning the words under her breath. She looked down at the elegant, recurved space between Jule’s collarbone and the tops of her large breasts. Her supple undersides just grazed Ash’s ample thigh.
“Can I touch yours?” Jule asked, focusing on the exciting distance between Ash’s stiff apricot nipples. Ash nodded almost imperceptibly as Jule cupped one of her heavy breasts. The two women continued to masturbate, absorbed in their private world.
In all directions, men and women of all ages, of all shapes and sizes and backgrounds, did the same.
(Continued in Part 6)