“Jiggle factor?” Amy said.
“Yes, the jiggle factor, is an indicator of a healthy bubble butt.”
The ladies looked at each other moaning and rolling their eyes.
Vicky jumped up out of the hot tub. Laughing at me watching her body. Another jiggle factor test unfolded before my eyes as her barely contained breasts bounced around with a life of their own.
Her smirk grew into a full blown smile as she watched my eyes followed her bouncing boobs.
“You’re so full of shit, Jeff,” Vicky managed to say between gasps of laughter.
I moaned rolling my eyes. “Yeah. Right! Like either one of you bubbling bunnies needs your ego stimulated by some old sour puss like me.”
Two pair of lips poked out at me with sensual teases of fake pouts.
Vicky asked. “Which one of us has the best ass?”
“Well, that’s a subject that requires further study.”
Amy snapped. “Oh really? And just what are the requirements of this further study?”
Grinning I knew that we were entering a devious game of flirting. I had been skilfully manipulated by these enchanting women to have more fun with them if I so desired.
“Well, the first requirement is grading the jello test. It’s a multiple part test designed to indicate the bubblisciousness of your booty.
“Your what! Bubbly-nesh-ess,” Vicky said, exasperated at me. “Is that even a word? You’re making this crap up.”
“No, of course not!” Keeping a straight face. “It’s a jiggle factor test.”
I took a moment to marvel at the professionalism of the people that Vicky had surrounded herself with. I knew from past experience that the Vixen employed a staff of over 30 people. The ship was run like any world class resort, providing her guests with a pleasurable experience.
Being aboard the Vixen made the realities of every day life fade away like the lighting of a good opera house. Holding you warmly in the shadows of its stomach while you enjoyed the presentation of the evening onstage.
Looking around after joining the ladies in the hot tub I noticed that we were centered on the port side of a swimming pool that looked like it was 30 feet across. We weren’t outside on the upper deck because it had a heliport, so I guessed that we were one or two decks below.
Amy giggled. “What’s the matter Jeff? You don’t like what I was hiding under my wrap?”
What’s not to like. The bikini she was wearing was little more than publicly legal lingerie. Though in many places around the world it would be questionable wearing two tiny pieces of fabric like that. But I don’t think that very many men would complain about it at all.
“I’m just wondering where your weapon is concealed,” I dead panned.
“You’re a perv, you know that boss,” Amy said, barely keeping a grin off her face.
I continued with the playful conversation. “I’m just a simple, honest man, Amy.”
“Little Match Sister” by Easily Embarrassed on the Tales Of The Coin Spinner album began playing over the sound system. The women driven by uncontrolled lust from the sexual teasing rushed me like a defensive line of football players.
They screamed out their emotional desires as they approached me and I was quickly surrounding by four horny women completely out of control.
I was quickly overwhelmed by sensual skin pleasure from body contact of arms, legs, breasts and butts as the four wanton women attacked me with a combined lap and body assault.
This rapidly morphed into a dual lap dance and face dance led by two of the women with Zoey dancing on my crotch and Vicky butt dancing on my face. Their luscious sweat covered bodies trapped me on the lounge chair while Moni and Amy rubbed their butts and boobs over my chest, stomach and ribs.
I was overwhelmed with erotic sensations from all the skin contact.
when it feels like ants crawling on your skin
Jeff Fields is now caught in the web of the aftermath of his own game of sexual teasing and flirting with four very adventurous and beautiful bikini babes aboard The Vixen.
Voyeurs and Exhibitionists:
It was interesting to watch the dynamics of seduction take place. We weren’t participating in the seduction or flirting, but we felt like we were a part of it.
It was a thrill to watch it happen from beginning to end. Someone talked with someone, they would dance and flirt, becoming more amorous. Light touching and kissing would often lead to more adventurous handling and body rubbing.
You could see whispers of promises filled with salacious intent being passed around. Finally an agreement of acceptance would be reached and they would move off to fulfill their mutual desires.
Erotic shadows of delight permeated through the room. Now everywhere you looked, you could witness some act of sexual lust being sated.
A group of writhing shadows depicted people enjoying sexual gratification with several partners at once.
Another shadow clearly showed a couple joined together in a doggy style coupling while they vigorously enjoyed each other.
I laughed at the imagery before me.
“What’s so funny?” Tabs asked.
“They look like fleeting stick image road signs that you drive by in the night,” I said. “Caution wild sex area ahead.”
Vicky and Tabs looked at each other with wide eyes and burst out laughing.
“Only a man would come up with some silly image like that,” Tabs laughed.
“Give me a break. I’m not some naive guy here. Women are just as bad as we are, sometimes worse. Admit it, you can see the little stick image signs also,” I said.
They rolled their eyes at me.
“Yeah, we can see them. But only because you planted the image in our delicate minds,” Tabs said as she teased me.
“Delicate minds, whatever,” I dismissed.
We all laughed and sipped our drinks enjoying the sight before us.
Hot wives and cuckolds:
I first met Sherry at a charity fund raiser and she pursued me all night.
It was very amusing for me. She was with her husband and didn’t bother to hide her pursuit for my interests at all. In fact, she seemed to take pleasure in rubbing it in his face.
I was intrigued when she made her husband act like our servant. He fetched us drinks and snacks while his wife flirted with me.
We laughed at how pussy whipped he was and she told me that he worked as an executive in one of my competitor’s companies. She was a true trophy wife and only married him for his money. He was just another fool that fell in love with her and she got off dominating him and making his life miserable.
I was interested in her black widow personality and decided that a relationship with her would be entertaining.
That night when we met, I took her to a hotel and she made her husband follow us to give her a ride home.
We laughed and had a great time making fun of her husband while he waited for two hours until I finished using his wife for my sexual pleasure.
Heading out for lunch I was looking forward to spending a few hours playing with Sherry at the country club.
The dress hugged her hips tight, like a lover’s embrace, and that was as modest as it got. Two pieces of fabric, front and back joined together in a loop around her neck.
This created four wide slits that left her entire upper body exposed from the waist up. The front of the dress covered her breasts but you could see them exposed through the side slits. Her back was almost completely exposed showing off her sexy tramp stamp tattoo.
The dress had the desired effect it was designed for. It caused lust and envy from everyone that looked at her.
Sherry giggled. “You like it?”
“You could have just walked in naked,” I said.
“That wouldn’t have been as much fun,” Sherry pouted. “I like teasing them,” Sherry said.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” I said.
“Yes, but I’m only a slut for you,” Sherry teased.
“So you’re not a slut for your husband?” I pressed playing our favorite game.
“No, and you know it,” Sherry laughed. “Right now he’s slaving away at work, making money for me to waste on whatever frivolous thing that attracts my attention.”
“So, basically your husband bought that dress for me to admire.”
We laughed about that as Sherry shivered with excitement when she thought about what I said.
Sherry laughed. “That’s right! Damn I love the way you think. It makes my pussy so wet knowing that I buy sexy things for you and I deny him the pleasure of my body.”
“Damn that makes me hard!” I told Sherry.
She reached down and grabbed my crotch right there at the bar while everyone having lunch dates watched.
Naughty women know how to have fun:
We all laughed at Gina’s plight, her poor pussy needed some friendly man meat and she wasn’t getting it.
“You just need to get laid,” I said.
“That’s right I do! But I want to have fun and be naughty. I think we should play a game,” Gina said ginning.
We all perked up at this. Gina was pretty creative and we were all adventurous enough to get into some crazy ideas.
“Well,” Gina continued, “I think we should have a cock teasing contest. See who can get the most guys hard and get the guys off without leaving the building.”
“What?” Tracy said, you could hear the excitement in her voice. “How are we supposed to get a guy off in here without getting thrown out?”
Gina rolled her eyes. “It’s not rocket science, okay? Slip into the bathroom and give him a hand job, blow job, or whatever it takes. You just can’t leave the building.”
“Just how are we going to keep score for your twisted game?” Tracy pressed.
“Yeah, how do we know you won’t sneak off on your own and come back with some wild fantasy bullshit to feed us?” Mary demanded.
“Well you have to take a picture,” Gina said.
“What do you mean take a picture?” I asked.
Gina continued, “You have to use your phone and take a picture of the guy getting off.”
“So how do we know you just won’t find some guy and have him whack off in the bathroom or something.” Mary persisted.
We were all giggling and squirming in out seats, thinking about what Gina was saying and working on the details of playing this naughty game.
“You have to be included in the picture. You can use the mirror or have him take the picture,” I said.
“Or we can watch and one of us take the picture,” Tracy added.
“Oh, that’s hot!” Mary laughed.
“So what’s the prize?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Tracy said getting into it.
“Well if we’re playing a game there has to be a prize,” Gina said.
“The loser has to do whatever we want for a week,” Mary blurted out.
“What!” The three of us replied at once.
We just looked at each other for a moment, thinking about Mary’s suggestion. The implications of doing whatever three wild adventurous women wanted for a week could get pretty nasty.
What the hell? Why not? This could turn out to be really fun.
The ladder of the cold dip pool was centered on the lobby area of this large wet room. Different rooms surrounded the wet lobby area, two large saunas, a steam room, and several open face shower alcoves.
I watched as Moni came out of the sauna and slowly lowered her sweat covered body into the cold dip pool. She used the ladder to climb into the cool water and the effect was mesmerizing.
“She looks just like Jasmine Black, doesn’t she?” Amy announced to no one in particular.
Zoey quipped. “You just say that because of her big saggy boobs.”
“Maybe,” Amy said. “I think you look like Kayla Green.”
“What are you, a living encyclopedia of porn queens?” Zoey groaned.
Amy giggled. “It’s a hobby.”
“More like a perversion!” Moni snapped back.
Moni grinned as she rose out of the water. She knew the effect her naked body had on people, especially men. She glanced over at me and winked.
I had a perfect profile view of her nipples standing proud at attention. It looked like they had been sucked away from her body and held there. Her nipples must have been almost an inch long and swollen to the size of her thumb.
Moni giggled at my reaction and slowly dipped back down into the pool. For the next several minutes she used the ladder to move up and down several feet. It was an incredibly erotic show. Her big boobs bounced around when they escaped the water and were dragged under, floating in protest, until they finally sank under water.
Amy squealed. “Jeez, will you stop already, you perv. You’re going to give poor Jeff a heart attack or something.”
“Hmm, or something sounds interesting,” Moni grinned as she climbed out and joined me in the hot tub.
You never know what’s going to happen:
Amy giggled. “I think you should roll your tongue back up inside your face, there boss.”
She stopped the car between the gauntlet of four people. Amy pressed a button on her console and the trunk popped open to the waiting hands of two porters as they quickly retrieved our luggage.
The valet stopped, with his arm reaching for the rear door handle, as he noticed the scowl on Amy’s face.
“Don’t even think about it,” Amy said.
The gun in her hand putting a weight of seriousness behind her words. She quickly approached the door assessing the potential threats before concealing the weapon back in its holster in her tailored Chantel business outfit.
It all happened so fast that if you weren’t watching the action unfold you would have completely missed it.
Amy grinned. “Okay, let’s go boss.”
Glancing over to the valet standing there with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I realized that, not only had Amy once again demonstrated her devotion to duty, but that she also took some enjoyment from surprising the poor fellow who had temporarily forgotten the security protocol in his haste to be of service.
“Sorry, Amy,” he said sheepishly, “I forgot how much of a Chihuahua you are.”
“More like a pit bull, I think,” I said stepping out of the backseat of the Lincoln.
Amy’s smile spread around her face at my retort, like a proud mom showing off her children.
I was a bundle of raw nerves and emotionally distraught. A shadow fell across my body, I looked up to see Carl standing over me.
I jumped up confronting Carl. “What the hell have you done?”
Carl snarled. “Don’t take that tone with me, bitch!”
I laughed in his face, this jerk didn’t intimidate me.
“What? You think because you got some friendly pussy last night that you actually own me. I had fun, that’s it. You’re just a piece of meat that I used to fulfill a fantasy.”
“We’ll see about that. I have lots of evidence about what happened last night. What kind of slut you are. How do you think it’s going to look when the wife of Jeff Fields is exposed like some common whore for all the world to see?”
I shouted. “Get away from me asshole! I will not be threatened by blackmail!”
“Is there a problem here, Mrs Fields?” A voice asked, taking Carl and Cindy by surprise.
“Back off buddy, this doesn’t concern you,” Carl said.
“Oh, but you’re wrong asshole. Everything about Mrs Cindy Fields is my business,” the man said.
Carl jerked in response to that statement like he was slapped. He cautiously studied the man’s face. No, this was no empty playground threat. This was real, goose pimples suddenly sprouted from his neck to his ankles as his nerves reacted, his body became hypersensitive to an immediate threat.
Carl looked around and noted with alarm that the beach around them now held a silent group of men and women that were intently focused on him.
Carl suddenly realized with dread that he was standing in the middle of a skillfully crafted kill zone.
“What do you want?” Carl said.
“To start with, you need to apologize to Mrs Fields,” he said.
“What! I’m not apologizing to this slut!” Carl said.
SMACK!
The thundering clap of the slap to Carl’s face echoed off the surrounding buildings near the beach.
Carl was stunned it happened so quickly that he didn’t even realize that he’d been stuck until his face exploded in pain.
Reading The Vixen is like eating hot peppers!
The Vixen series written by Anna Dubois is full of explicit sexual entertainment for consenting adults and mature audiences. The erotic romance books of the Lust boat series book 1 and book 2 are full of scenes of spontaneous sexual gratification by adventurous men and women. From mild to wild; kinky or freaky, we’re all perverts in our own special way. And there’s nothing wrong with that! 🙂
Anna Dubois and the cast of characters aboard The Vixen and other locations hope you have as much fun reading as she did writing about them.
Being aboard the Vixen made the realities of every day life fade away like the lighting of a good opera house. Holding you warmly in the shadows of its stomach while you enjoyed the presentation of the evening onstage.
Looking around after joining the ladies in the hot tub I noticed that we were centered on the port side of a swimming pool that looked like it was 30 feet across. We weren’t outside on the upper deck because it had a heliport, so I guessed that we were one or two decks below.
Vicky asked. “Well? Which one?”
The question surprised my out of my momentary wandering thoughts.
“What?”
The ladies looked at each other giggling.
Vicky asked with a smirk. “Which one is better? Mine or Amy’s?”
“Which one what?”
“You’re not doing much for our self confidence when you wander off like that,” Amy said.
I moaned rolling my eyes. “Yeah. Right! Like either one of you bubbling bunnies needs your ego stimulated by some old sour puss like me.”
Two pair of lips poked out at me with sensual teases of fake pouts.
Vicky asked. “Which one of us has the best ass?”
“Well, that’s a subject that requires further study.”
Amy snapped. “Oh really? And just what are the requirements of this further study?”
Grinning I knew that we were entering a devious game of flirting. I had been skilfully manipulated by these enchanting women to have more fun with them if I so desired.
“Well, the first requirement is grading the jello test. It’s a multiple part test designed to indicate the bubblisciousness of your booty.
“Your what! Bubbly-nesh-ess,” Vicky said, exasperated at me. “Is that even a word? You’re making this crap up.”
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“No, of course not!” Keeping a straight face. “It’s a jiggle factor test.”
“Jiggle factor?” Amy said.
“Yes, the jiggle factor, is an indicator of a healthy bubble butt.”
The ladies looked at each other moaning and rolling their eyes.
Vicky jumped up out of the hot tub. Laughing at me watching her body. Another jiggle factor test unfolded before my eyes as her barely contained breasts bounced around with a life of their own.
Her smirk grew into a full blown smile as she watched my eyes followed her bouncing boobs.
“You’re so full of shit, Jeff,” Vicky managed to say between gasps of laughter.
“So what is the first part of this jiggle factor test?” Amy asked as she also got out of the hot tub to join Vicky now standing in front of me.
“Well, the first part is you walk around so I can view the optimal hip rotation. Think of it like walking the gang plank.”
“You mean like walking the runway, modeling for a bikini fashion show?” Vicky said.
“Exactly!”
“Like I said, you’re a perv,” giggled Amy.
“Hey! You’re the ones that asked me to judge who has the best ass,” I said. “I’m just trying to provide some objective guidelines to make a proper judgment.”
“Yeah right!” Vicky said. “We didn’t think you’d make a little pervo game out of it. I thought we could have some fun teasing and embarrassing you.”
I laughed. “How’s that working out?”
Amy grinned. “Not like we expected. Now we have to play along with your twisted game to find out the answer.”
I rolled my eyes at their impish display of emotion and the therapeutic effectiveness of their behavior on my current situation.
Suddenly Vicky jumped up from the table grabbing Amy as she turned toward the door.
“Come on Jeff, there’s a wonderful hot tub waiting for us.”
She announced over her shoulder as they disappeared out the door. I was lured away from the Blue Bar by a trail of giggles floating behind them like the Pied Piper of Hamelin from German legend.
From the Blue Bar aboard the Vixen; Jeff Fields sees his old friend Vicky Combs again. The Vixen (The Lust Boat book 1) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LK0TTKG
Nomi exclaimed in disbelief. “Holy crap! Vicky, you’re just making this shit up!”
“No, really dear. There really have been several studies and field tests done on the psychological influence of lust on men and women alike,” Vicky said.
“So you’re saying that when I’m horny that I’m more likely to stop and help someone than when I’m not?” Zoey said.
Vicky rolled her eyes. “You two are completely incorrigible. Can’t you think of anything besides sex?”
“No!” Zoey and Moni laughed out simultaneously.
“No, no, it really is much more subtle than that. For example a woman that has just walked away from a brief flirtatious conversation with a man is more likely to stop and help a stranger with something afterward than a woman that has just walked out of a contentious business meeting,” Vicky said.
“So the woman in question wasn’t horny from her flirtatious encounter, she was just subconsciously influenced by lust from an evolutionary point of view, just because she had a pleasant encounter with a potential mate,” Amy said.
“That’s right! It really is very subtle, something that people don’t even realize that has made an indirect influence on how they interact with a third person later,” Vicky said.
Nomi reached over and rubbed my thigh.
“Well I prefer a more direct approach and reaction to lust.” Nomi wagged her eyebrows.
Giggling the women lined up, two on each side of the chair facing away from me. They left a gap about the width of three lounge chairs standing two feet in front of my feet.
This left me with the sight of four delicious butts standing practically in my face. The women were obviously excited about teasing me by playing my little pervo game with me.
Looking from right to left I marveled at the beautiful bottoms on display for my pleasure. None of them were wearing full cut bikini bottoms. They were either wearing Brazilian cut bottoms, or some other form of thong or string bikini.
Their bikini clad bottoms were more enticing than being completely naked because of the sexual tension they created letting my imagination run wild.
At that moment Amy peeled off from my right side and moved directly in front of me. From somewhere piped in from hidden speakers a sensual jazz melody with a strong drum rhythm began playing.
Amy started dancing, but this wasn’t a normal dance that you would see in a nightclub. No this was definitely a booty bouncing ass dance. Amy was working it too. Shaking her hips from side to side, bending over and thrusting her butt up in the air. Finally, I don’t know how she did it, but she ended up on her knees and rocked her pelvis making her ass clap.
Vicky Combs - The Vixen 