Peel at the Pools

Peel at the Pools

A Story by barleygirl
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excerpt from my upcoming book . . .

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Peel at the Pools (excerpt from my upcoming book)
 . . . by Margie Willis

Being only Thursday, the Sufi shindig isn’t in full whirling dervish yet. The three friends meet up at the Paraiso pools, glad it’s nearly deserted, just some old timers, a cluster of wrinkled prunes stewing in the warm wading pool. The shallow middle pool is the perfect warmth, like a cup of hot coffee that’s been sitting and cooling for ten minutes. Visitors crawl and slosh around for hours as everyone’s skin draws up into deep Shar-Pei folds.

Meg peels her coverup in a striptease as all eyes zero in on her sculpted curves, spilling melons, and that hypnotic crimson crotch-vee. As Donnie pulls his t-shirt over his head, all eyes stick momentarily on his massive rack of bulges. He fawns and flexes, innocently shaking off the stress of a day’s work. Ailani unbuttons his Hawaiian shirt and all eyes marvel at how his thick black rug sparkles under the waning afternoon rays. A hundred blackbirds chirp their enchantment on high, squawking ebony clusters among the tall palms, flapping the whiskery fronds to rustle up everybody’s bliss.

Ailani and Donnie brusquely look away from each other, then timidly look down at each other’s cargo shorts. Who goes first, peeling down to speedos?

Both men are stymied and Meg refuses to miss the part where her two favorite dudes don wet speedos. So, she walks up behind Ailani, reaches around and fingertip-strolls all over his lush expanse before coming to rest on the button fly of his shorts. One strategic tug and the whole hairy heap spills open. Ailani’s baggy cargo shorts drop straight down to the pool deck and he steps out of them in a trance. Meg can’t resist tiptoeing digits across a teensy stretch of spandex protecting his jewels, but she resists the temptation to slip down inside. Ailani is so enchanted, he’d let Meg do anything to him at that point.

Next Meg walks over to face Donnie’s smooth washboard expanse. Since she knows he wears his shorts way baggy, she doesn’t bother to unhitch. She just tugs and tugs, edging little by little, watching the waistband rub his swim trunks down, dragging them into a roll. Baggy shorts finally drop and Meg smooths Donnie’s silky speedo waistband back up into place ever so tickly. Two months of restraint pop like a can of refrigerated biscuit dough. Donnie claws his paws across Meg’s torso and down the back of her scarlet bikini bottoms. The flesh on her perky buns is softer and smoother than any skin he’s ever felt. This prompts a boner, so it’s time to splash.

To prevent stewed prunes in the wading pool from getting any more of an eyeful, the trio leaps into the deep end, the only ones in an Olympic-sized pool. Ailani and Donnie flip onto their backs and kick lazily in tandem, a little distance apart, so Meg slips between them, places one palm on each chest, then lifts her torso up out of the water. It’s as if she’s being pulled along by frolicking dolphins. This is her ultimate wet dream: feeling Donnie’s smooth rippled chest under one hand and Ailani’s furry jumble tangling the other.

An extended pool frolic is finally halted by Meg’s declaration. “I just remembered! You know what weekend this is?”

“We all know it’s Easter . . . and the Sufi shindig . . . there must be something I’m missing.” Ailani splashes Donnie, prompting him for backup.

“I know what it is.” Donnie places his strong hands around Meg’s curvy waist and lifts her out of the pool. Facing her, he can’t miss a deluge of water tugging down her crimson bikini top to display the tippy-tips of her plum n*****s.

“Isn’t it a full moon, one of these nights?” Ailani heaves himself from the water, propped on locked arms beside Meg where she can watch a rush of water drain from his torso, tugging his swim trunks down with watery sneak peeks.

“You’re close!” Meg leans over for a wet beard nuzzle, then reclines to relax, feeling the lumpy concrete warmth against her back. Her legs are still bent and dangling in the pool on either side of Donnie. If he were to drop his mouth down just a little lower, he’d be tempted to gnaw off a thin strip of spandex that hides her wet barracuda triangle.

“I remember now! The lunar eclipse is tonight!”

“YAY! We could view it from the high ridge trail. It takes an hour to hike up there and it’s a perfect spot.” Meg envisions the long thick smooth log up on the crest where she stretched out to watch the moonrise last month. The moon is so bright and the wilderness so wide open, it’s easy to hike by moonlight.

Ailani and Meg have shared many moonrises, so timing is on his fingertips. “The full moon usually rises between nine and ten, but I don’t know when the eclipse might happen. Sometime after ten or eleven, I’d wager.”

“A lunar eclipse lasts for hours. I’m not game for an all-nighter on the ridge since I work in the morning. With extended pool hours, I start earlier. But I want to hike tonight, even if we only catch the moonrise together, the three of us. I won’t miss that.” Donnie’s gob-smacked how easy it is to invite himself into each intimate corner of Meg’s weekend with Ailani. It’s a wide-open playground with all three freely taking and giving friendship. Theirs is an unguarded threesome and so surprising. In fact, it’s a raging turn-on. Watching this man adore Meg as much as he himself digs her . . . it imparts a buzz.

 

© 2020 barleygirl


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Much gratitude to everyone cheering me on! *smile*

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All the excitement and erotica are being brought together here, Margie. I wondered whether this could be made into a film by some enterprising mogul, but then I remembered the name, William Hay, and realised that I was around at the time that his edicts were still in force. OMG, he would turn in his grave. However, although my ardour has declined, I can still appreciate and enjoy the joie de vivre that you "youngsters" can still remember.
Keep writing, girl - it helps to keep us all young.

(((Hugs))) Norm.

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barleygirl

2 Weeks Ago

Love everything about your review, but especially this: "that you youngsters can still remember!" (h.. read more



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Margie - Meg is such a delightful tease. She seems to be able though, to satisfy both Alani and Donnie. They are a very interesting threesome. I can't wait to find out more of their escapades together.

Take care dear friend - Dave

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Love love love it what more can I say exhaling

Posted 5 Hours Ago


deliciously tantalizing, down to earth and real but with your usual touch of descriptive humor and pizzazz. very enjoyable and entertaining. can just picture the scene. would love to see this acted out in a movie ... :)

Posted 6 Hours Ago


and your story certainly imparts a buzz as well Ms. Barley! fun and sensuous .. their friendship is something special .. so many things can throw a wrench into things .. for the time being sounds like they are enjoying the wonders of youth and exploration .. your story grabbed and held me no doubt about that .. a respectable line of erotica drawn says i ...
E.

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barleygirl

1 Day Ago

I didn't start out with this as my intention, but I ended up writing a love story without jealousy. .. read more
Einstein Noodle

19 Hours Ago

there is so much that can and does go awry in such threesomes ... lots of creative tension even tho .. read more
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Speedos can only be worn in hot countries. A bloke in a cold country wearing Speedos looks like an ugly flat chested bird with an enlarged clitoris. Whereas the heat makes a fella looks like he is smuggling bananas and oranges, large, dancing bananas :))
Naughty but nice, very humorous and extremely well written Margie.
Hope you are well

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barleygirl

5 Days Ago

This is so damn hilarious! I want to write a poem based on this, but I'm determined to stay focused .. read more
You...( not well ) so a'm coughing e ven more now! ) Breathless. gasping! You are such a tease, Margie. You've br ought fun and naughtiness to another degree, height, place.. whate ver and when at the end of this excerpt i gave a snuffly NOOOOOO! You are such a tease..but, your words, the way written, the charcters, the events, the slow anticipation, are a great trailer of the wonderful novel to come. Any excuse to raise a glass to you and your perfect project of.. whatever comes by the en d of this fun na ugh tiness!

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

I have taken my naughtiness to levels even I could not have predicted. I think my muse is a nymphoma.. read more
emmajoy

1 Week Ago

Would love to be a fly on the walls of your mind, Margie ! Between those unexpected sortie.. read more
barleygirl

5 Days Ago

LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was the speedos that did it. At the mention of that word I was locked in. So amusing, you draw your readers right in as if they were part of this scene. You dear Margie are a very talented writer. This would make a wonderful episode in a tv soap. Their shenanigans, a light hearted reminder of what some of us would like to remember. You make threesomes sound such a tease.

Chris

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

I've always had a soft spot for speedos, but then again, I grew up at a lake with waterskiing & most.. read more
No offense love but I have a serious aversion to speedo's I remember being a kid and thinking why do I have to see all of these penises flapping about at my eye level:) Life of course got better when it was all of these lovely bosoms were at my eye level a few years later and then of course a few years after that it was all neck strain from then on:) your poetic voice and your story voice are melding so lovely in this Margie Willis

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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

This is too funny! The most disgusting speedo of them all was my dad's, about ten years overstretche.. read more
If we collect all of these, do we get a free ebook copy Margie... Or will it open up alternative endings....bring out live stream voting, where the character with the most votes (Troy), well there head will explode.
No? Okay! Just trying to think all 20/20 and the merchandising possibilities. What do you mean its just a book? How vanilla 😀
I think we both know the next question Margie, so why don't yiu just hand over megs number and I'll stop talking all the quicker.


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barleygirl

1 Week Ago

Nothing about my "just a book" is vanilla, let me assure you. Admittedly, I'm in love with my book (.. read more
You Go Margie! Another tantalizing excerpt from your coming book! You bring us beautiful scenery and beautiful characters. AAhhh to be young again. Seamless dialogue and authenticity- we partake in your exciting youthful escapades as though we were really there. " A hundred blackbirds..."- I love this lovely line and image. It reminds me of Orchard Beach, Section 13 by the rock, in the Bronx when I was a teenager. My friends and I practically lived there in the hot NY summers. My nickname was Little Red Riding Hood because of my red one-piece bathing suit...and the rest is history- Haaa! Keep these gems coming and I can't wait to read the book!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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barleygirl

2 Weeks Ago

This share is a HUGE dollop of awesomeness. Today is a writing day, so I'm trying to stay away from .. read more
barleygirl

2 Weeks Ago

Little Red Riding hood . . . that's crying out for a poem, but I'm trying not to get distracted!
Annette Pisano-Higley

2 Weeks Ago

Awwwww! Love ya (sisterfriend)!

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