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Hot and Sexy Threesomes
(Darren G. Burton)

At six o'clock on the island twilight was descending over the resort. Jeff met the girls at the dock right on time and discovered they'd already organized a boat. All's he had to do was get in, listen to some simple operating instructions from the merchant, and drive the thing out to the island.

"So, where are we going exactly?" Jeff asked the girls.

Fern pointed at a small island directly in front of them. "Just go straight ahead. It's right behind that first island there."

Jeff motored the boat at full throttle, wanting to reach their destination while there was still some faint light to navigate by. Coming back wouldn't be an issue. Plenty of resort lights to guide the way. Full throttle on this boat was about eight knots. Hardly a speed likely to throw them back in their seats. He eased off the pace when they neared the first island and, keeping a reasonable distance from shore so as not to bottom out in the shallows, skirted it and saw their destination island directly behind it.

"Apparently there's a really nice little cove just around to the right," Fern told him.

Jeff flicked a switch on the dashboard and a spotlight blazed on at the front of the little boat. "That helps," he quipped.

He managed to safely negotiate the boat into the cove and gently beached it on the wet sand. He'd cut the motor just out from shore, but left the light on so they could see.

The girls grabbed some gear from the deck, jumped over the side and landed in knee-deep water. Still in the bottom of the boat was a cane torch and a blanket. Jeff picked those up, rolled over the side, landed with a splash and headed up the beach which was lined with lazy palms.

"I like this little cove," he said, then glanced up at the sky where a three-quarter moon was rising in the east. The girls took the blanket from him and laid it out flat on the dry sand. Jeff moved a little further up and screwed the pointed base of the torch into the sand until it was held firm. Opal tossed him some matches and he lit it. When it was burning brightly he went back to the boat and switched off the spotlight. The cove was now bathed in both subtle moonlight and yellowish, flickering light from the torch.

"What a beautiful ambience," Fern said with a smile, her face aglow.

Opal was busily opening a bottle of champagne. The stopper came free with a pop and she filled three plastic champagne flutes, then handed them around. Jeff sipped some bubbly. It was quite sweet and not a very expensive bottle. But he didn't care. He wasn't exactly a connoisseur anyway.

Opal stood up after downing her drink and said, "Who's up for a swim?" She then whipped off her sarong and started undoing her bikini top. Once that was removed and her young breasts bounced freely, she stepped out of her bikini bottom without the slightest hint of inhibition. She stood there, totally naked in the lamplight, looking at Jeff expectantly while Fern also stripped off.

He got to his feet. "Sure. I'm in." He tossed his shirt aside, removed his shorts, hesitated just briefly, then whipped off his racers as well. Two sets of female eyes checked out his body, paying particular attention to his package that now dangled heavily between his legs.